Hi everyone, Katie here.
Yesterday I was singin' the Cat Sitter Blues. But today there's no singin'. No singin' at all. In fact, I'm downright mad. Cat Sitter, Schmat Sitter. I don't know why I can't just be left alone.
So she comes over here. Fumbles with the alarm system. I'm just waiting for the screeching sirens to go. Then she's all "hi Katie, where are you Katie, I'm here Katie..." in that sickening singsong voice. I know you're here, Cat Sitter. That's why you can't find me. HA!
She thinks we're going to *bond.* She thinks the clouds will part and the sun will shine down on the Townhome and we'll cuddle and play and coo at each other and all will be right in the world.
Well, NEWS FLASH: I've got a set of claws that say otherwise.
Please forgive my lack of visitation and absence of comments.
Since my girl is *fishing* I'm stuck in a boat without a paddle here at home.
Glaring at the Cat Sitter.