Sulking

Yes, Human Mommy, I am sulking on my pretty pink blanket. Why am I sulking?

A pretty grey tabby lounges on a pink fuzzy blanket beneath a window.  Her white front legs are fully outstretched and the expression in her eyes suggests that she is displeased with something her humans have done.

Because of the annoying, bouncy, pouncy interloper who is undergoing a major growth spurt but, incredibly, seems to become even bouncier and pouncier as he ages.

Why did you do this to me, Human Mommy?!

—Luna

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