Friday is finally here!  Visitors are great when they're just visiting, but when they start renting villa space and  treating the place like it belongs to them I'm much less enthusiastic.  Mother says that guests are like leftovers, after 3 days they both start to smell.  I've smelled some of mother's leftover and no way do these guests smell that good!
Mikhail has done a good job healing.  Sadly, his aroma of cat nuggets and red syrup is gone.  His mom was able to come and take him home.  I wasn't sad to see him go.  His first few days here he was a typical cat guest; quiet and sulky.  But today he found his voice and was telling everyone that it was time for him to go home.  We agreed. 

Sambuca got all packed up to go home too.  He's been a perfect guest; not so much as a single whine or howl to get out of his apartment.  I was a little sad to be seeing him go.  Little did I realize that the only place he was going was home to my den.  I would happily have endured a little sadness rather than share my den.

I am not the least bit jealous -- just because Sambuca is quiet, polite, has a flatter face than me and everyone thinks he's super cute, is not a reason to be jealous. 

To prove that I could rise above any petty problems (no pun intended), I made every effort to make Sambuca feel welcome.  Bea says he's a big flirt.  I thought he just wanted to play a different kind of game, one I was not familiar with.  It started with us taking turns comparing our tails, whomever puts their tail farther up the other one's nose wins.  Sambuca declared me the winner but then I had to give him a piggyback ride.  Strange game.  I didn't really get it and Bea didn't want to play at all. 

Mother said "Ewwww" when she saw my jacket after we were done playing; it was all wet.  I guess that's what you get for being nice to visitors!