Hi everyone, Katie here.
It looked like such a great day. Things started out as they usually do. Birds chirping. Alarm dinging. Water running. Electric toothbrush humming. I fly down the steps. It's time for the most important of Glogirly's morning tasks. My breakfast. I get a measly half bowl and she's off. Gave me that "be back soon, Kitty" crap.
Hours later I hear the garage door. Finally.
She's got bags!
I see a Pet Smart bag!!!
A new toy perhaps? Ooooh, a LeeAnn Chin bag. Yum. And what's that in the bottle...Fish Oil Capsules! Oh my, she shouldn't have.
Well she didn't. She dined lavishly on stir fry and didn't offer a morsel. She tucked those beautiful golden capsules of Omega 3 love away with her vitamins. Wouldn't even let me bat one around. What came next really hurt. No new cat toy. Just more anti-gingivitis food and.......my God, a HARNESS & LEASH. Since Larson the guinea pig is already dead, I'm afraid this can only mean one thing.
Pink bondage. This is my future.