I've heard labor is the same thing as work. I'm a cat, so I don't do that. My only job is to look pretty so my mom will scratch me, pet me, and feed me.
I'm getting used to the little black kitten, although I still don't like him. I've figured out that as long as he's sleeping I don't have to worry about him. This is great because I feel safe enough to lay on the bed with my mom again. I missed that. I like to lay beside her while she watches that box with moving things in it (she calls it "TV"). Lately I've taken to sleeping on her head while she sleeps. It's nice and warm there.
She hasn't made too many new jewelry pieces lately. I haven't been in the mood to help her design - I've discovered a new spot to look out the window, so I spend most of my time there. Since I turned 16 last month, I've been a little sleepier than usual. I suppose I should take a look at some of her beads and give her some advice, though. But that sounds like work, and like I said, I don't do that. She did make this necklace without my help - she said something about "om". Maybe she just said "um". Who knows? Time for a nap.
Ta ta!
Buddy
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