The cats survived while Ross and I were away for a few days. Phew! Upon our return, we started a short staycation, which has been nice, too. A big thank you to our cat sitter! Hope you had a nice week and something fun planned for the weekend ahead. Here’s what the cats were chatting about this past week.
Woodrow: Mama, I heard you called me Dum-Dum yesterday.
Mama: Uh, that was Olive.
Woodrow: Well, you spelled it wrong. Please refer to me as Dumb-Dumb.
Sophie: Come in closer, Mama. It’s head bonking time!
Mama: Here I come…
Sophie: BONK! I love you, Mama.
Mama: I love you too, Sophie.
Harley: Mama, I hear you’re abandoning us tomorrow.
Mama: Well, I wouldn’t put it that way. It’s just a quick getaway.
Harley: Are you leaving the treats out while you’re gone?
Mama: Is that all you care about?
The cats will be in good hands with a cat sitter who is staying at the house while we’re gone. I’m sure they will get lots of treats…so Harley has nothing to worry about.
Woodrow: Where’s Mama? Who are you?
Cat Sitter: You remember me. I’ve come to visit before. I’m staying here while your parents are gone for a few days.
Woodrow: Oh, okay.
Cat Sitter: Do you want to sit with me? We can snuggle until your Mama comes home.
Woodrow: Okay, I’d like that.
Not Missing Mama
Cat Sitter: Dexter, your mama is on the phone. Want to talk to her?
Dexter: Mama who? I don’t know any mama.
Cat Sitter: So, you’re still mad at her for leaving? Is that why you’re laying in the closet on her clothes?
Dexter: No comment.
The report is that Dexter is actually being good for the cat sitter. Treats make everything better.
Dexter: Oh, you’re back from your little getaway? What’d ya bring me?
Mama: A big hug and a kiss.
Dexter: I don’t want that. What else did you bring me?
Mama: Whatcha thinking about, Sophie?
Sophie: About how I live such a good life. For example, my mama will bring me anything I want anytime I ask.
Mama: And what are you asking for right now?
Sophie: Oh, nothing. That was more of a subtle reminder for when I do ask.
Friday Bonus Chat
Sophie: Want in my box, Olive?
Olive: That’s MY box.
Sophie: Wanna play with my toy mouse?
Olive: That’s MY toy mouse.
Sophie: It appears you’re wrong on both accounts. I’m in the box, and the mouse chose me. You can either join me or leave.
Olive: I’ll never cross to the dark side. Never!
P.S. Here’s where we were on our little getaway.