If Cera thinks nights suck for her, she has no idea about a hard life. I spent my kittenhood on the street, so I know a thing or two about hard times. (Mama ran off, and I don't even know my dad.) A police officer picked me up for wandering. I thought it was going to be the end. He brought me to the vet and Ethan picked me up. (what a softy!)
Ethan put me in a box, then in another moving box (which made me puke!) and voila! I'm a their house.
Life with these people has been pretty good. But, they let the dog name me. Boof- of all things. (In case you don't know, "Boof" means invader in dog. It's what the say to all the invaders- Boof, Boof, Boof.)
So this nights business... well, they usually leave during the day and come back at night. But now... they don't even come back at night! I'm pretty bored. I've run out of plants to taste, my litter box is full and I've hidden all Abby's chapsticks under the rugs...
Abby did come home last Friday, boy I didn't realize how much I'd miss them if they were gone-until they left! I played my most endearing cat- I even purred. She just couldn't resist (how could you?) and took me home for the weekend to Grammie's house! It was great- there were plenty of plants to taste and lots of space to explore. There were even the little people- Ella & Wyatt- I love them, and boy do they love me! We played catch the fish on a string- I love that game.
That was a good weekend, but I'm lonely again. I hope it's almost over. I like it when they are home- but don't tell them that!
Ok. I must go, if Cera catches me on her blog... she'll, I don't know, lick me or something.
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