Friday, July 10, 2009
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. I know what you are doing. I see the bags you have packed. I watched you as you searched for beach bags and towels. I sniffed the sunscreen. You are leaving me. I'm staying behind while you head to the beach. You worked long hours all week, were too tired to help me blog and now you're leaving me. When you come back on Tuesday maybe I won't be here. Perhaps, I will find humans that appreciate me and deserve such a fine mancat (almost). Just don't be surprised if I don't come running to you when you get back. I have better things to do than wait for you. Like throw up a hairball or clean my bum.