IS THAT THE DOOR OPENING? What if it’s a catnapper? Or a catnipper, for that matter?
Oh, boy, they just toodled in the door as if NOTHING had happened in the last three weeks and there I was, awakened by suitcases rolling into my boudoir voices shouting and my name being called over and over and I just sat there with a bored look and thought, “Who ARE these people who just take off, literally, one day and then a few whatever days/nights/months/years (whatever any of those is), they waltz back into my life and expect hugs and kisses and myows and cuddles. Just like THAT!
Don’t think you can con me into getting snuggled!
But since it was time for dinner anyway, I simply ordered for three and got my dish filled properly with tuna and olive oil while they ate some pasta thing called penne all’arrabbiata, which sounds like something I would have fixed for them had I know they were coming so soon without any warning–angry pens!
Well, this pen is angry, or rather, it WAS angry for a few minutes after the free for all that took place here with their arrival, but now I am fairly certain that they were actually away and not just funnin’ me by going around the corner for privacy, and so I am really glad to see them back and just let them do whatever they want in the way of amends I FEEL they should MAKE.
Okay, okay, I’ll take another scratch (and a bit of extra kibble in the dinner dish, okay?). As for our next reservataions, waiters, could you get us a table next time closer to the kitchen?
Okay, okay, I missed you. Now I’m snoozing. This was all too much for my tender psyche.
Oh LouLou, how dare they think you should furgive them right away without any amends. Good thing da dinner plate got filled. Me thinks they also need to offer you toys and nip and treats and even more good noms. And of course purrlenty of scritches. MOL Glad they’re home and you’re all together again.
Luv ya’
Dezi
Aren’t you the cool one, Loulou. Three weeks, really? Did you tell them you rented out their room while they were gone?
Glad they are safely home.
I had to kick that family out of their room, plus the three doggies and two kitties. Oh, forgot the hamster. But I cleaned it up as best I could, and still, mama asked, “Loulou, what are these little pellets in my bed?”
I know exactly how you feel – at least you get to see them far more often than I – which is not really fair. Just as you are stuck there I am stuck here. One thing though, they did send papa’s sister and her son over to give me a hug – so I guess I have to forgive them as well. And speaking about Matt. what a fantastic head of hair! All snowy and red all mixed in – looks like it just might be tasty? hmmmmm
Wait until you see LUKE’S hair…bright red and he is a doll. He really liked me when he visited and of course, I fell for the redhead.