So, Typing Slave gets home from the funny-smelling place, yaps a lot, and turns around and leaves again. It's been 5 days and she's still gone and Food Slave is spending all his time in the cat room upstairs (they call it the bonus room, and I guess a room for cats is a bonus) or leading large, loud man-things around the outside of the house as they tinker with the vents and complain about the heat. I'm like, what heat? The whole house feels like it's blowing toasty warm air! The whole house, except the cat room, feels like one big sunspot! So what if the digits on the thermometer read 95 degrees...indoors. Me and D have been having a good old time in the heat, though I sort of wish TS was around so I could sit in her lap and share my joy. I miss Pink Thing, too, and her clever food dropping trick.
I do not miss Loud Thing.
Humans are such weenies.
Incidentally, it is very easy to disrupt the sleep of Food Slave, on the air mattress in the floor of the cat room, since the cat room is full of junk. There are lots of things to scratch and lick, and I get a huge kick out of the fact my claws secretly made the hole that releases the air from the mattress every 3 hours.
Sincerely,
Meankitty
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