We are alive and well here with Trish…our cat sitter. She seems to be quite nice after all. I wouldn’t come out from under the bed until suppertime but when I heard the Fancy Feast being served…..I just had to see what kind. After I ate, she gave me lots of chicky boobs! What a charming peep. She then tried to play with me but I wasn’t having any of it. I don’t just play with anyone….we have to build to that. Meanwhile Kali is all stretched out on the floor, waiting for a tummy rub. “C’mon Kali, at least play a little hard to get!”
Mom called last night and she will finally be home next Friday. Gad zukes! It feels like she’s been gone for years. Trish means well but she’s just not mom.
Mom told Trish that they have been riding in different types of transportation to get to New Orleans. I told mom to take more money before she left…..she didn’t listen and had to ride third class everywhere I bet…..what’s that called…”steerage?” Come home safe….even if it is low class.