Outrage + 48 hours.
It is a gray and drizzly day, reflecting my dreary mood.
My fur is poop-free, I have nibbled on my morning foods,
I have enjoyed some brushies.
The Human greets me cheerfully, just as though she had not
abandoned me to a cruel fate at the hands of that perky witchdoctor.
I ponder my fate.
P.S. I apologize to any furiend who was worried, No, I did not have to return to the Stabby Place--the picture yesterday was just my inspection of that Ebil Transport. Also, we 'pologizes for not visiting the last couple of days. We'll be back in the groove by Caturday! XOXOXO