So just as things seemed to get quiet, and peace had settled upon our happy house of fuzzies, a new thing has entered. I've scarcely gotten a glimpse or two, but it's gotta be bad. Every chance she gets, Baby tries to kill it. It smells like a cat but wilder, less like the rest of us. The people talk about how she looks like me at least in the face, but I don't see it. Then again, I don't see me ever, so what would I know? I just know that she smells dangerous and mean and scary. My person keeps going into the room where she was brought, and I can't help but get jealous. My person is hobnobbing with a scary outsider. It's just not right. I wish I knew what she was doing here and hope she leaves soon.
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