So last week Cory and I figured out that our mom was planning on abandoning us. We were understandably upset. I mean...the last time mom did this and left us with our daddy, he forgot to scoop out one of the litter boxes! He doesn't mush up the Fancy Feast in quite the same way.
So we came up with a plan. We decided to camp out on mom's suitcase. Sure, she snuck stuff inside but we never left our post.
But then, the unthinkable happened. Mom got sick. Really sick...I mean hacking up a hairball sick.
She couldn't go on her trip...and we, being the good kitties we are had to go on full time nursecat duties. 24/7 I never left mom's side.
And I felt a wee bit guilty. Who knew the sleeping on the suitcase trick would actually work?
Meanwhile, Cory has taken off to help Alfie and Milo move...she's flying the Magic Cheese Bus. I heard they landed safely and after filling up on pub food she should be on her way back home. Being her mother I won't stop worrying until she is safely back home.
Good news is that I successfully nursed my mom back to good health. What would she do without me in charge?