Dog? What dog? I know we are not allowed to have dogs in our apartment-living life. So I was surprised to see Mom with her camera on shoulder, car keys in hand, and she was not trying to take pictures of me.
I know, shocking, right? She told me she was going to take pictures. Of a dog. As of late I seem to have separation issues, and every time Mom puts her coat on, I am on the table, meowing for her to not leave. Or at least take me with. I hear-tell I have been waking the entire house up by 5am. Consistently. Every morning. Looking for someone to get up and feed me. Then play with me. Then snuggle with me so I can go back to sleep for about 4 hours, while they are all wide awake. And cranky I might add.