It's a Bird . . . It's a Plane . . . It's My Human!
She's back. Finally. For weeks and weeks days and days, it's been wedding-this and wedding-that, and at long last all the events are over, the deed is done and the niece is a married lady and off cavorting with The Husband in Montreal. All of this was of no concern to me, but it is good to have the Human at my beck and call again. Really, I never think it is acceptable for her attention to be elsewhere. Amirite?