The Musings of a Calico Girl and Buddy the Giant Tabby, as well as the Permanent Record of Spitty the Kitty
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
No Cat Is an Island
Well, except this week, me. I am an island. The Human has been so busy with her job, and her foot-soaking, and her 'pawtant social occasions and all, that I am forced to occupy the exact center of the bed, hoping to be noticed before I, well, I dunno, starve maybe? Suffer the withdrawal pangs of reduced brushings? Pine away like an abandoned stuffie, tossed aside for some shiny new chemistry set? It's an outrage, Kitties, it reeeeeeeeally is.