Hi everyone, Katie here.
My captors are having a date night. I know the drill. I'll get the old "Bye-Bye Kitty...Love You...See You Later." The garage door will groan shut and I'll be left with a half empty bowl of dry kibble and my lonely toy laying lifeless on the floor.
Meanwhile, Glogirly and Gloman will be enjoying a lavish dinner at their favorite date place, The Capital Grille. I'm sure I won't even come up in conversation. Unless of course one asks the other, "Did you clean Katie's box?" Followed by a, "No. Did you?" And last, another "No."
A similar exchange involving my FOOD could likely take place as well.
Whatever. I'll be fine.
If they REALLY loved me, they'd bring me along.
My wardrobe is more than appropriate for fine dining.
I have excellent table manners.
I guess tonight's just all about THEM.
I know, I already said that.