Well, Furiends, as you can see, my life has been thrown into chaos and distress. In *my* bedroom (there is only ONE in this apartment and it is mine-all-mine) lurks a large, lumbering Beast called (ironically, I presume) "Buddy." He's twice my size and real stinky, and he's been here for like three years already, or maybe I mean weeks? Well, it seems like years. I don't care much for him.
Sometimes I hang out around his partially-closed door and sniff and scream a little. Tonight he was playing loudly with his (my*) fevvers and I trotted right in. We both hissed once and then I ran away right quick before he could EAT me.
The Lady here says eventually we will get used to each other, but I am unconvinced.
*Everything here is mine. I was here first!