This evening, Stella tried to feed me treats. I did not want them, but
she tried to shove them down my throat.
I tried hiding under the bed, but Sam pushed me out and Mandy picked me
up. She tried to assist Stella in giving me this unwanted treat. In actuality
she shoved it down my throat; I did not want to eat a treat from that girl.
Meow.
However, even if she shoves treats at me I feel the need to protect
that tiny human. Yesterday morning Mandy was carrying Stella into the bedroom
and a small lizard ran out at them. Mandy reacted as she normally would, she
squealed—Mandy is a squealer—and Stella jumped too. Although the lizard and I
had become friends, if he was going to run at my girls he crossed a line. I
quickly pounced on him, and snapped his neck. I was instantly remorseful, my
poor friend. Mandy carried the lizard outside and my friend was gone. RIP
Lizard Friend. Mandy said I was brave and thanked me for protecting Stella.
Peyton
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