grateful

The small man with dark hair was here again last night. I do not know why he no longer stays here. It has been a long time. So you can imagine my surprise when, last night, instead of leaving he came upstairs and lay on the floor.

I was grateful for this. When people sleep on the floor, it is much easier for me to climb on their heads and put my bottom on their faces. I did this to the small man with dark hair last night. I know he liked it. I know. I can tell.

victory is sweet

There is a green chair upstairs.
There was a long discussion.
There was a battle, a drawn-out daylong battle with physical and psychological components. And staring.
Buckley no longer owns the green chair upstairs.

SO THERE.