Posted by on May 2, 2016 | 5 comments

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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!

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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.

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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?

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Okay, okay, I missed you.  Now I’m snoozing.  This was all too much for my tender psyche.