We have officially engaged a cat sitter. Mom and I are taking a much needed mini-vacation this summer with my Aunt. Since the cats can't operate a can opener or turn on the tap (damn them and their lack of opposable thumbs!), we need someone to come in twice a day to feed them and scoop some poop.
|Hmmm, I don't know how I feel about this situation. It will cost you one can of tuna.|
|Strangers? Strangers?! Strangers! MUST HIDE NOW.|
The furry family members will be for quite the shock though when they realize there's no one around to wake up at 3 AM and they won't be getting any fresh munchies or treats until nine!
|But... who will I cuddle with under the covers at night? Don't leave me.|
Hopefully they won't be too stressed out by the whole situation. Nubi is especially cuddly and in need of human company so I think we'll have to get the sitter to leave the TV on for a while... Can you tell I'm already anxious? I'm nervous. I can't (read: don't want to) leave my babies alone! Pathetic? Yes.