Posted by on Jul 11, 2018 | 17 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, is this a kitty who looks as if she CARES about THEM returning?

One of mama’s favorite songs.  La, la, la, “that leads to your door”…la, la, la….

Well, just a few days left of utter indulgence and freedom from having to pretend I am glad to have THEIR company again..heh, heh.

I don’t have to tell you how glad THEY must be, but here in my private world of total I, me, and my, I’m not sure I want intrusion.

Just call me Cleocatra, Queen of Sheeba, Cat-herine, the Great, any of those pampered felines will do, they are I.  Or is it I are they?  Whatever.

Meanwhile, I guess I’ll have to be prepared for the reentry somehow.  Maybe a few dead mice under the bed—wait a minute, I don’t know if there are any around here.  Mice, that is, not beds.  Okay, maybe a lizard can stand in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, sure, as if I am really anticipating this event, right?