We's been finkin bout tolerance lately. That's when yur diffrint from someone else but get along anyway. It's also when you don't like someone, but don't get mean about it. Bonnie an I haf a lot in common, but she didn't want me to come live here, so she has to learn to tolerate me. I don't know why, but it's furry hard fur her.
Resently, we was all watchin a moofie in the lifin room. Here's what happened...
Bonnie was on the purr padd on the couch, an I wanted to lie near her. So I walked along the back of the couch an laid down on the arm near her.
She didn't hiss or growl! She was watchin me an her tail was twitchin, but she didn't hiss or growl! For her, that's furry tolerant. So we watched the moofie sum more.
Mom got a little bannoyin wif the flashy box, but see how close we was? An I wasn't tryin to steal her heart... this time.
Then Mom moofed in front to get more pictors, an Bonnie'd had enuf. That or Mom was blockin the TV. See, she's clearly sayin, "Enuf is enuf."
I guess Bonnie's tolerance ran out. But know what? Efurry time I's near her, it lasts longer an longer cuz her tolerance is improving. I fink havin more tolerance is better.