Home Alone
It was a sad weekend. The Food Lady and the Food Dude were not home this weekend, and I was afrade that sumthing outside in the dark ate them, like maybe thoze vishus deer Rocky and Mao have told me abowt. My big bruther Mao told me not to be such a crybaby and to shut up, which wasn't nice. I would've told on him, but there was no one to tell on him to... except the old lady who came and gave us food, but she doesn't cuddul me. And she doesn't cut up the Fancy Feast into little tiny peeces like I like, she just dumps it out on the plate in a clump, which means I get my nose all full of cat food. I decided last week that I don't like chikken any more, so I'm just eeting Turkey and Jiblets in the green can or Beefy Bits in the purple can. But I digress. The Food Lady and the Food Dude came back last night, and oh, I was so happy to see them, I purred myself hoarse, and I likked the Food Dude's face all over until it was prakticly bleeding. When will they ever lern how lonely I get without them?
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