We get it. Every once in a while, you have to jet off to another part of the state/country/planet and leave us behind. And despite Duckie's tendency to poop in the cat carrier (every time you take us to Meg's place!), we really don't mind it here...much. Meg is really nice, and we've known her since we were teeny babies. She keeps the food stocked, the water fresh, and the litter boxes scooped. Plus, she's good for lots of cuddles and baby-talking. She sounds just like you, which, apparently, she finds funny.
And we love Millie. She pretty much ignores us, which is her perogative as Queen. As long as she gets her tuna, her uninterrupted naptime, and cuddles from Meg, she is pretty happy.
Then there's the so-called Little Dude. Goodness, Mommy, but he's a nightmare! Always trying to sniff our bottoms, accosting us in the hallway, in the bedroom, in the living room, even in line for the bathroom! Harley just doesn't know his place on the totem pole and our patience is wearing thin.
When are you coming home, Mommy? We're mostly happy here. Duchess likes to cuddle with Meg's pajamas (Meg leaves them folded up on the bed during the day). I like to sleep on the back of the living room chair. Meg kindly turns the lamp on for me when she gets home, and it's quite toasty and cozy. She even gave us some canned food, which I liked a lot.
So yeah, it's nice here, but it's not home. And Meg is not our mommy! We miss you and look forward to seeing you soon. In the meantime, here's some pictures to remind you how much you love us and miss our sweet cuddles and purrs. You know you do.
Love,
Bella
After the bum-bath: Lady Fuzz, Duchess of Poopybottom! *giggle*
We are suffering so without you, Mommy.
"What do you mean, where are you going to sleep? Lady, it's called 'The Floor.' Bed's taken."
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