You what it is, don’t you?  Sure you do.  It’s Friday!  Whoo!  Hoo!  That’s the good part.  Now, not that there’s a bad part, but things will be interesting today.  Very interesting.  See, I’m out of vittles.  That’s right.  Out. Of. Vittles.  FP keeps forgetting and AH says it’s not his job.  You’d think they’d just make up for it with wet food, no?  Hardly.  See, there’s no wet food, either.

So, yes.  It will be interesting to see what happens the first time I bug AH to give me a sprinkle of food in my bowl.  I don’t see this turning out well.  Nope.  Not at all.

In other news, I got to go outside last night.  But not in a normal way.  FP picked me up and carried me out through the garage.  Seems she wanted to listen to the owls in the front trees.  And for some reason she thought I would, too.  Um, no.  When I’m outside I don’t want to be carried and I don’t want to hear the owls.  I want grass and ’sploring.  On my own, thank you.  So, I started to fidget.  Then AH tried to carry me.  And we all know how that turned out.  He has no patience with me when I’m fidgeting, so back inside I went.  Feh.

Oh, and the owls?  We have several of them now.  Apparently I need to be on my guard when they’re out.  Seems they like cats … and not in a good way.

That wraps up another week.  Thanks for stopping by, have a great weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.

The Wumpus