I have heard whispers. The woman has been talking on the phone. She forgets I read her notebook at night.
Someone is hosting a party for me!
Now, let’s be clear here. It’s not my birthday, nor is it for some months. Which leaves me with serious questions about a party for myself. Is another trip to the Animal Hospital in the offing? Am I about to undergo some horrific surgical procedure amongst strangers and having a party is a means to placate me? The mind boggles.
I will have to increase my surveillance methods to uncover the details of this party plot. Stay tuned.