Bast has been in Vegas for a week and while she’s been gone her cat has become increasingly and more vocally upset with me for the crime of persistently, willfully, and maliciously Not Being Her.
Or maybe he thinks I ate her or something. I don’t know. Cats, man.
We’ll be so happy when she comes back tomorrow night. ♥
I’m sorry my cat is a little insane. He likes to think he’s an independent feline, but he’s really just a huge wuss puss that needs his mommy.
But if you think he’s upset with you right now, think how mad he’s going to be at me for DARING to leave him. Oh, the yowls. Oh, the shame.