You will never believe what happened to me this weekend friends. It all started Thursday night when a stranger came over to the house. I thought all the talk about hoping I'd "Come Out" for the stranger, and my parents showing him where my food was odd.
I did get some extra treats out of the episode, so I was fine with it.
Then Friday morning, out came these fun zippered boxes with wheels. They had new smells, and I had a great time playing in them. Dad noticed how much fun I was having, and started adding his clothes in it. It was fun.
I was pretty tired by the time Dad wheeled them away. Then Mom and Dad snuggled me close and told me they were just gonna visit Dad's parents because they were celebrating 50 years of marriage, or something like that. They said I would hardly notice they were gone, because they would be back real soon.
You know what friends? It was a total lie. I absolutely knew they were gone! Two whole days, and nights!! And the stranger? He showed up to "Check on Me" and feed me.
Who does that? Who abandons their ample-sized kitten for two days and nights? Trusting a stranger to care for their furchild... sure Dad says he is his best pal, but he isn't mine.
Now I'm torn - do I love up on my parents so they never leave again, or do I nibble like I've never nibbled before? No one better be leaving this house again.