Sue is still in Texas and these cats had a lonely weekend with me at work. My side of the bed is obviously unmade but look at which side Mr Nigel prefers to nap on.
Do you think he misses Sue?
Here’s the best I can do to show you Mr Ravel missing Sue.
I don’t know where he is—he’s probably in that mysterious daytime hiding place that only he and possibly Nigel know about. This morning Nigel snuck out when I was watering the flowers. I grabbed him with wet hands and brought him in and then when I opened the bathroom door he bounded up on to the sink rather clumsily, slipped, and landed in the water fountain with a splash. I’m guessing he went somewhere to dry off after his crash landing. Sue said the Bergs and her were headed to the beach today. . .
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