Conversations with mom

Abby: We had sun this morning! As usual, Stygia and I began to groom and wrestle in it, but she . . . (whispers) got the best of me today and so I ran to the bedroom and hid for a bit. Ahem. After I returned to the sunny living room, I decided to talk to my mom from my partial position under the coffee table. I wasn't mad or anything, I just had a lot to say:

Stygia: For some reason, Ms. C thought it amusing to make a sort of "trading card" featuring me. I'm not sure whether it's a compliment or not? Plus my rump furs are still ruffled from the butt-scratching she'd just given me. Hmmmph.