Hi folks,
It's me -- Bailey -- and I'm filling in for mom tonight. She's tired from her trip so I'm taking care of things for her tonight. And that's what I want to talk about -- her trip.
I knew something was up last Monday.....she got that stupid big "box" out of the closet. She unzipped it and put a bunch of her clothes in it and then zipped it back up and set it by the door. I got real suspicious. It seems like whenever she gets that "thing" out that she disappears shortly after that. I hate it.
So I started my pathetic look. I just kind of laid around and looked extra cute and gave her my sad eyes look. But it didn't work. On Tuesday morning she left anyway.
At least she got the babysitter than I really like -- our friend Sherie. And Sherie came by and talked to me and petted me and fed me. She knows how to do all that stuff just right. I don't know how she knows just what to do - but she does. So I talked to her and gave her lots of attention and was very affectionate with her. Then she told me Thursday night that mom was coming home on Friday. Well, I got really excited....but I had to play it cool.
So tonight when mom got home, I met her at the door and acted like I didn't know who she was. I gave her a nominal rub against her legs and walked on off. She tried to pet me and cuddle with me but I just gave her a passing glance.
She's been trying to make up with me all evening but I have been giving her the cold shoulder for the most part. I usually want in her lap when she has the computer on the couch but tonight I'm just sitting over here in this hard folding chair all by myself. I can tell....she's feeling really bad for leaving me. She just called my name while I'm working on this...but I made her call me three times before even turning my head. She'll think twice about leaving me next time.
I really use the time she goes away to sleep and eat a lot (well, that's what I do all the time) but I want her to think that I lose my appetite and have insomnia while she's gone. I hope Sherie doesn't tell her how much fun I have when she comes to see me.
But I really am glad she's home. I miss her a lot when she's gone. And I think she misses me too. I hope she doesn't have any more trips any time soon.
I wonder if I could get rid of that clothes "box" somehow....then she would have to stay home.
Hmmmm -- I'll work on that one.
Maybe I can get mom back to blogging for herself this weekend.
bailey
It's me -- Bailey -- and I'm filling in for mom tonight. She's tired from her trip so I'm taking care of things for her tonight. And that's what I want to talk about -- her trip.
I knew something was up last Monday.....she got that stupid big "box" out of the closet. She unzipped it and put a bunch of her clothes in it and then zipped it back up and set it by the door. I got real suspicious. It seems like whenever she gets that "thing" out that she disappears shortly after that. I hate it.
So I started my pathetic look. I just kind of laid around and looked extra cute and gave her my sad eyes look. But it didn't work. On Tuesday morning she left anyway.
At least she got the babysitter than I really like -- our friend Sherie. And Sherie came by and talked to me and petted me and fed me. She knows how to do all that stuff just right. I don't know how she knows just what to do - but she does. So I talked to her and gave her lots of attention and was very affectionate with her. Then she told me Thursday night that mom was coming home on Friday. Well, I got really excited....but I had to play it cool.
So tonight when mom got home, I met her at the door and acted like I didn't know who she was. I gave her a nominal rub against her legs and walked on off. She tried to pet me and cuddle with me but I just gave her a passing glance.
She's been trying to make up with me all evening but I have been giving her the cold shoulder for the most part. I usually want in her lap when she has the computer on the couch but tonight I'm just sitting over here in this hard folding chair all by myself. I can tell....she's feeling really bad for leaving me. She just called my name while I'm working on this...but I made her call me three times before even turning my head. She'll think twice about leaving me next time.
I really use the time she goes away to sleep and eat a lot (well, that's what I do all the time) but I want her to think that I lose my appetite and have insomnia while she's gone. I hope Sherie doesn't tell her how much fun I have when she comes to see me.
But I really am glad she's home. I miss her a lot when she's gone. And I think she misses me too. I hope she doesn't have any more trips any time soon.
I wonder if I could get rid of that clothes "box" somehow....then she would have to stay home.
Hmmmm -- I'll work on that one.
Maybe I can get mom back to blogging for herself this weekend.
bailey
2 comments:
bailey, have you ever thought about going on a diet? You're looking kind of...fluffy.
Hey Bailey, I know just what you mean. Sometimes a couple of my flat mates will get the box out and be gone for days on end, but the worst part is that they take two of my other flat mates with them every time they go, but not me! I’ve tried giving them the cold shoulder, but that hasn’t worked in making them feel bad enough to take me. Maybe you should try bringing in a big fat pigeon for them…I’ve started to try that, but it just seems to make them agitated for some reason. Maybe you would have more luck.
However, I don’t know if I want to go with them anyway. The few times they do take me (maybe once a year), I get poked and prodded and pricked with stuff; really not very pleasant.
On a side note, I have a flat mate whose name is Bailey also; although, she’s not like us. She makes that bow wow noise, and really can’t seem to keep herself clean.
Anyway, good luck next time, and be sure to get Kathy blogging more. Oh, and don’t let Chris tell you’re too fluffy. A little fluff is good for you...and at least you have hair.
Shiloh
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