Mama brushed my face and neck today. I hate brushing. Especially my whiskers. I would rather mess up my hair. But I know she did it so that, when I go to my beauty parlor next week, it won't hurt me so much. So I forgive her for brushing me. And I decided not to bite her. I thought about it two times. But if I did I would feel bad. So I'm glad I didn't.
Bye bye, I have to go scare someone in our hallway now.
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