Good Pets

Some times I have trouble getting used to my new humans. This morning I coughed up a hairball and immediately ran to hide because my old humans used to holler at me for making a mess. Bob just got a dry paper towel to pick up the mess and a wet one to scrub the rug and through it in the garbage, then he and Monika both told me it was OK, and that they weren't mad at me. I am not used to humans being so nice.