It's been lovely, really lovely being head of household. Now it's the time of year when it gets cold and my fur puffs up to keep me warm when a door or window is cracked open. It was like this before when the monkeys brought me home from the catpersons' detention center.
And how do they mark this anniversary? They go away and leave me again.
I tried to stow away in my monkeylady's carry thing, but she found me. Drat. Today the lady who looked after my simple needs came in and fed me and petted me. And now she's gone, ho hum ho hum. I hope my monkeys are enjoying themselves… they shall find one or two little surprises on their return, however.
