The Prodigal Kitty
I don’t want to out myself as one of those crazy cat people. But Ghlaghghee disappeared the other night and spent close to two days away from the house, and when she came back this morning, I gave her a good talking to. Where have you been? I asked her. You think you can just leave when you want and come back when you want and not let us know where you are? Not while you live under my roof.
To which she looked up at me with her cute little eyes and said, I suspect, Dude, I’m a cat. I haven’t the first clue what you’re saying to me. Now enough with the blah blah blah. Feed me. I’ve got a nap to get to.
Note to self: No more arguments with the cat. The cat doesn’t care.
I’m glad she’s back.