Friday 1:58pm: That Lady cuts out of work 2 minutes early.
Friday 2:12pm: She called someone she pretends is "Your Dad" and talks like everything is normal. I eye her with distrust. She puts "Dad" on "Speaker" to show he is fine. I sniffed the speaker and it smells nothing like him! Quill is also unconvinced.
Friday 6:43pm: Quill and I get a little "Out of Control" during playtime. That Woman's threat of "Wait till your Dad gets home" rings false... so it's on.
Friday 11:58pm: That woman tries to lure us into her lair with offers of cuddles. We stand guard in the hallway instead.
Saturday 9:13am, 9:15am and 9:17am: Mr Goody-Four-Paws Quill acts out and chews repeatedly on That Lady's iPhone cord. Destroyed! Power to the Pusses!
Saturday 1:25pm: "Mom" tries to convince us that Dad is on a fishing trip with his "Friend" in Idaho. When questioned "Mom" seemed unclear on where "Idaho" is located. Claims she isn't "good" with geography. We turn our backs on her and sleep off the mattress.
Sunday 6:58am: Desperate for cuddles I crawl up onto Mom's lap. She whispers to me that Dad is coming home this afternoon and that she really misses him too. I purr loudly to drown out her treachery.
Sunday 2:00pm: Quillbert drinks the Koolaid and settles in for a cuddle nap with her and his woobie blanket.
Sunday 4:40pm: Mom leaves saying she is going to pick up our Dad. We'll see.
Sunday 5:30pm: Dad arrives home!! He smothers me with lovins. He missed me too!! I am willing to forgive Mom, but I have my eyes on her.
Mom note: To save the cost of carry-on luggage I suggested hubby mail some stuff to his friend in advance of the trip. In my mind that equaled a couple of tee shirts, toothbrush and unmentionables in a padded envelope. Hubby took that as "Why don't you mail all your fishing gear and your stuff up there first." So all in all I don't think we really "Saved" anything. He did have fun though and we are all glad he's back.