So, I went out this morning at the crack of dawn, which is my favorite time. After it was clear that the evil pigeons weren't going to visit the backyard, I found a really cool spot deep in the bushes--and I stayed there all day. Later in the day Mom called and called me, but I refused to come. She shook the Pounce Kitty Treats can, but I just didn't feel like leaving my retreat. Boy, mom was getting so upset, like I was dead or something. She's always afraid I'm going to explore the neighborhood and get eaten by coyotes. Do I get upset when they go off to the wine county or Lake Tahoe for the whole day? No! She was getting that shrill edge to her voice when she called me. I hate that--it's so embarassing. So, I finally came out and instead of leaping for joy, she said, "Where have you been? Look at your coat!"
We're still waiting for Clare to come back and head up Weekend Cat Blogging. Still no word on who is doing WCB Roundup.
Have a nice weekend! I'm not telling anyone where my secret place is.