Well, this past Monday they came back. Hat Trick fed us well, filling up three bowls with food and lots of water. He must be the caring one. Sadly, it was worse than when they left. Maggie came up to me and squeezed me like a roll of Charmin in a Mr. Whipple nightmare. To top it off, blob stepped on my foot (all 700 pounds of him) and left me sore for several days.
They're taking to calling me Samantha Roo. The roo in reference to my kangaroo stance that I've been taking. I'm just trying to take the pressure off my tender little feet.
More later! Until next time... Purrfect Dreams and May Your Litter Always Be Scooped!
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