Morgana started working on a painting today and I decided I wasn’t going to let Oscar bully me so I could watch. He started hissing at me, Morgana told him to stop, and I finally shouted “Why do you hate me so much?” and sometimes it’s amusing to remember that humans can’t see ~
She keeps getting drawn back to the house with the mean cat and the woman who looks like her. She’s not sure why, but it feels vaguely. . . home-y to her.
But also, isn’t it weird to just move into someone else’s home? It makes sense if it were her own home someone else moved ~