Open House, Closed Door
I never did have to deal with those pills because my human stuffed them in my cat food. I could barely taste them.
I’m almost sorry I got over whatever was bothering me — since I hadn’t been eating much, my human brought home all sorts of goodies from the pet store. I was quite impressed.






Even so, when I finally did start eating regularly again, the first thing I wanted was the dried up bowl of Nutro wet food from the night before.
We cats have decided that the weird living room furniture is okay after all, even if the humans don’t like it. In fact, we like it especially because the human’s don’t — that means we have it all to ourselves.






Boodie enjoys taking naps on the table and getting her fur all over everything.






She was wrong. Her ideas are almost always lame.
We like the new bedspread and sheets too. Especially since our cat fur sticks to it so nicely, unlike the old sheets.






Binga and I looked out the windows, but the view was pretty bleak compared to our house. No birds.






Binga was mad.
Boodie knew what that meant, so she didn’t even want to leave her carrier, and when she did, she kept a low profile.






I noticed that along with her laptop, my human also brought a disposable litter box. All this indicated we would be there for a while.






My human tried giving me some of the meat out of one of the sandwiches. I wasn’t sure if it was edible, so I played with it instead.
By the fourth time we did this, it was getting really old.






I do want to say I was the only cat who took advantage of the disposable litter box, which only proves my superiority.
At the end of the month my human’s boyfriend packed a bunch of stuff and left on some sort of tour.
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