She’s been gone for weeks, and he’s only been home for an hour or so.  Ok, maybe she’s only been gone for a few days, and he’s been here for a most of today.  Whatever, I don’t understand time very well.  What do you want from me; I’m a cat.

We’re currently watching the season finale of survivor, a show that I do enjoy.  But I must admit I’m lonely.  He’s okay, and he does a decent job of giving me treats, but I can’t sit on top of him, I can’t sleep on him, and he sits on the wrong couch.  I can’t see out of the back door properly from where he is.

I guess I’ll make do.  I’ll poke him in the middle of the night just to ruin his sleep, and maybe he’ll make her come home tomorrow.  that would make me very happy.

Meow!

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