I'm Not Singin'

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.

Singin' The Cat Sitter Blues

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Glogirly and Gloman have gone fishing. Yup, they really loaded up the car. All that camera gear, all that fishing stuff, all those shoes...but no cat. Even though there will be fish involved - they hope - I'm sittin' here in the Townhouse, singin' the blues.

Singin' the Cat Sitter Blues.

Yeah, you *friendly* cats out there...I bet you just suck up the attention when the cat sitter comes over, don't you? Well I've got a reputation to uphold. There will be no cuddling. No play. No sucking up of any kind.

Instead there will be hisses. And glares. And ears.

As I'm singin' the Cat Sitter Blues.

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.  

Singin' the Cat Sitter Blues.