The little cat

I live in something called an "apartment." That means that we have neighbors who live really, really close.

There's a big-sounding woofie next door. Sometimes I hear him bark. Treater says he's a really, really, really big dog and he makes her nervous.

Then, there are the people across the breezeway from us. They have birds. Well, they did. One bird got out, and we saw a hawk swoop it up and take off with it. It made the people sad. It made me sad, too...I think that birdie could have been my plaything friend.

Anyone, the little girl who lives there wanted a Cat. Smart girl! So, her parents got Eden a kitten. Eden calls her "Bebe." She's a floofy-tailed calico. Bebe doesn't like to stay in the apartment. Treater and Eden's mom were in the breezeway yesterday talking and then they both opened the apartment doors to go inside. Bebe ran out of her door and into MINE! Treater snatched her up and brought Bebe to me. I wanted to sniff and make friends, but Bebe started spitting and growling and then she scratched Treater and ran right out our door and into her own door!



Later, Eden took Bebe outside to play in "the beach" with all of the other girls who live in our apartment. The beach is right in front of my big window. I tried to let Treater know that I wanted to play in the beach, too, but she just will not let me outside. Treater went outside with the flashy box and took a movie of Bebe playing in the sand.

Note from Treater: "The beach" is actually the sand volleyball court. Since it's located next to the pool and it's full of white sand, the residents have dubbed it the beach.