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We mostly stayed inside today. It was very hot outside and we didn't stay there long. I wanted to drink from Mum but she batted me away with her paw. I felt a bit surprised, but I noticed she wasn't letting anyone else drink from her either.

You're getting to be proper grown-up cats, she told us. You eat grown-up food now and you don't do this any more. I asked Stripy One about this and he said she'd been batting him away for ages and hadn't I noticed? I hadn't. Obviously I was so busy running round the yard and everything, that I'd forgotten about trying to drink from Mum.

And Black Kitten said she'd managed to get a drink from Mum yesterday when the humans were stroking Mum's face, but apart from that no one else was getting any, either. I can cope with this. I like wet food, but I like the little hard munchies best. They are great, and when I ask them for more and stand there looking cute, sometimes the humans give me more. I like our humans.