So there I was, happy as I could be on Thanksgiving morning. I was racing around the house giving thanks by nipping at those tasty cankles.
Then I saw those evil rolling boxes that eat up my parents clothes, and I knew something was horribly wrong. That's right friends, abandonment!
They left me all by myself for three whole days! Sure they sent over that guy to check on me. He filled my food and water. but did he scoop my litter? No. Did he fill my bowl to the tippy top? No.
When Mom came thru the door I knew I should be cross, but I have been so happy she's home I have stayed glued at her side for the last 24 hours straight. Not letting her out of my sight for awhile.
She says I gained even more weight. I'm a nervous eater. She says I'm a 12 pound puss with a 10 pound butt.