This little kitty has had it. First, there were a HUNDRED days when some weird Intruder was staying here and refused to leave (did I mention I sharpened my claws on the blow-up bed? Yeah, those things are tougher than they look).
Then after he finally evaporated on Tuesday, I thought things would go back to normal around here. But Nooooooooooooo. The Human left at 6:30 a.m. Wednesday morning and did not return until the outrageous hour of 8:00 p.m.! Oh yeah, she said she was at a job fair, trying to scrape up some teachers* for her school. Maybe.
And then, last night, I thought surely, surely she will come home on time, and feed me, and cuddle me and brush me, and give me playtimes. Surely! Alas, my hopes were dashed yet again as she just waltzed right off to the a cappella concert and drama production at school where she already spends like 50 hours a week.
Honestly, Human, do you hate me now or something? Am I not your Fluffy Good Boy anymore?
* BTW, anyone the least bit interested in being a teacher: You Will Find a Job Waiting Just for You Here in the City by the Bay. Schools are desperate. Seriously. Desperate.