The woman broke her stupid leg. And left me on my own again. At least it wasn’t in the blasted cat motel with all those low-class, vulgar moggies like last time. I think I cured her of doing that. It’s amazing what the development of a slight cough and a worried face can do.
She had someone else come and stay in the house. Still not good enough. Strangers have no idea of my particular needs and no inkling whatsoever of my understandable dislikes.
Alright, the stranger was her brother and he’s met me often enough before but he hasn’t got that nice wide comfy lap. Nor does he let me sleep with him and stretch out on his head.
I tell you, I am getting tired of this.
Oh no! We hope your Mom gets to come home to you soon! Having a stranger in the house, even though you know them is no fun!
Your FL furiends,
We hope your beans leg heals up real soon so you can start paying her back for leaving you with a stranger, alright her brother!