Bugs started this.
This was yesterday. This morning the same pattern repeated itself — only this time, Bugs bumped Fang off the raffia mat, paraded around basking in my praise, and then stalked off to attend important business in the other room. Now Fang’s grooming on the raffia mat, Bugs is elsewhere, and I get to write this post in peace and quiet.
Pee Ess: Don’t tell me, I know. I need to clean the window. Hopefully those drips were left when Fangie was still sick.