Absolut Confusion

I have no clue what is going on. One week, I am at the Godmommy's. The next, I am back here. The next, at the Godmommy's. Are they fighting over me? It truly is the only logical answer. Everybody wants me. And how could they not? I clearly put all of the other cats at the Godmommy's to shame--there is no contest. When I am there, they all bow to me. Even the humans have to stop and gaze upon me and touch the gloriousness that I am.

The Godmommy explained to the slave that I require a kitty of my own. Rumor has it that she is thinking about bringing in an even larger and fouler version of the weasels (a skunk? I am not totally sure what that is, but it needs to stop). I believe she is going to try and pass it off as another kitty. How stupid does she think I am? If she brings that thing into my home, that is it. I will not come back. It is bad enough that I am subjected to living with weasels--this skunk thing would be beyond what I am willing to tolerate. Uncle Jim clearly explained that I should not have to live with weasels--that I am better than that and belong with my own kind. Let her try to bring it home. We'll see what happens.
~Mashed Potato~