All is right in the world. My human she has come home to me. It happened last night, I saw the bags coming in from the car and knew the dark ages were over. It had been far too long since I was last able to curl up under her arm and sleep. All is right again. I will try to keep her in my sight whenever I can, just to make sure she is not packing any bags, again. She better be careful she may get an extra stuffed animal in her luggage. I am
so happy I think this calls for them to bring out the Fancy Feast and have
toast. Oh, I’m so happy.