Oh My Cat. Little did we know when we complained about Mom hiring a catsitter. At least she made sure that someone was looking after us while she’s away!
I’ve good reason for sitting anxiously on the hat rack. Our human left us at 3.30 pm. We knew something was wrong because she packed a bag and dished up a lot of food. She looked kind of guilty and mumbled something like “be good girls” and that she “needs to sleep somewhere else”.