I went into my velvet house very early this morning so Lynettea could not put any of the nasty tasting fluid on me. She is hoping that I don't lick or scratch anything.
It has been very disruptive. My furs look messy and I am not getting any cuddlies. Lynettea does not want to get any of the stuff on her, she says.
I stay up during the night, guarding the house.
The night before last, while SHE slept I caught a cockroach and killed it. Not a word of thanks for defeating the cockroach armies trying to invade from the garden. I am taken for granted and now my furs are covered with muck.
I might just stay in here and not come out.