It seems like just yesterday you were packing your suitcase and emailing the cat sitter. Ok, so maybe it was just yesterday.
But you're coming home today, right? Because you are very urgently needed.
Apparently the cat sitter doesn't understand that 8:00am is 8:00am. Not 8:01. Not 8:02. And certainly not 8:34. Don't get me started on the lunch and dinner schedule.
In addition, Waffles has decided that since there's new sheriff in town, it's open-season on my food dish.
Don't worry, I haven't withered away to nothing. Yet.
But I wouldn't dilly-dally if I were you.
The cat sitter and I have been having SO much fun. She's the best cat sitter EVER. We played beauty shop and she even let me do her hair.
I've been helping the cat sitter a lot too. I lick all of the food bowls clean so she doesn't have to do the dishes. Even the Boss' dish is sparkling.
You're bringing me a present, right? Ok, bye.
About Today's Postcards
Glogirly and Gloman had a chance to scoot away for the weekend.
But for Katie and Waffles, that meant a weekend with the Cat Sitter, a.k.a one of Waffles' many girlfriends.
That line about Waffles doing her hair... totally true. At least according to a certain text that was sent yesterday.