“You OK, Mama? Oh, oh..oh no. It’s scratch. It’s itchy,” says she as she examined a fresh gash accidentally left behind by Fudge on my leg. Then she went, “It’s ok, mama. It’s ok. Only a scratch,” and tried to kiss it.Isn't that the sweetest thing, or what!
After which, she went to Fudge and went, “Fudge, why you scratch Mama. Mama itchy. Why you scratch, Fudge?” and she went on and on and on, cornering the poor little feline into one of the shelves.
Eavesdropping Spud I
Eavesdropping Spud II
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