Hi everyone, Katie here.
Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, I'm free at last. Glogirly told me that Martin Luther King Jr. once spoke those words. Well, great minds think alike because I'm telling you, the houseguests are gone and thank God almighty, I'm free last!
Glogirly took off yesterday morning in the big car with the last house guest and her giant suitcase. I stood by the door to watch them drive away. Had to make sure they were really gone. Next thing I knew, Glogirly returned. And here's where it gets good. She returned ALONE! It was a beautiful thing. I mewed and purrred and mewed and twirled and mewed and rolled over onto my back, looking all cute for her. I danced in celebration. My life had finally returned to normal. The townhouse and my girl were mine, all mine.
The day couldn't possibly get any better. So I thought. A couple of hours later the doorbell rang (usually a bad sign) and a man in a purple and lime green truck delivered flowers!
I just knew they must be for me. Turns out they were! Remember my New England cat cousins? Well their humans sent flowers because they knew that the last house guest was leaving today. Glogirly said they sent them because they knew it would be hard for her to say goodbye to her California aunt. They knew she'd be missing her. Well if that isn't crazy I don't know what is. It's perfectly clear these flowers were intended for me and were sent to celebrate the intruder's departure and my triumphant reclaiming of the townhouse.
Glogirly can think whatever she wants, but I'm a very smart cat and I can read between the lines. I can't read the actual lines, but I can read between...oh whatever.