As the sun rose in the east, she quickly stole out the door. In her hands, she carried an empty crate, but I could tell she had filled it with nice, soft things including a somewhat freaky heartbeat pillow. Upon closer inspection, I was shocked to see my favorite blanket made by DK placed inside! Oh, the nerve of that woman.
She grabbed some bottled water, granola bars, fruit, and sandwiches and placed them into a medium-sized tote. She reviewed over her directions, checking them twice. I knew just by looking at her that she was becoming nervous, but I didn't really have any sympathy for her.
Yesterday, she bought me catnip buds, a new feather wand, and a new scratching post. She even secured new food bowls for both Isis and I so we wouldn't need to share food anymore. I simply was not fooled. I knew it was only a mere ploy to try to get Isis and I happy, to win our hearts over to her evil ways.
I hope you get lost on the way to that puppy, human pet. I hope you never find him. I hope your TomTom lies to you. I hope you turn around in frustration. I hope you cry.
I hope a lot of things, but mostly, I'm hoping you don't bring him back here.