I am MAD right now.
(Actually, “mad” is not the word. The more appropriate adjective starts with ‘P’ and rhymes with hissed.)
Marmie left me this weekend.
She is out of town, visiting Aunt Beatrice and Uncle Irvin.
Honestly, I just don’t get it. Who would want to visit them?
They’re practically geriatric kitties…they don’t do anything!
Unless it pertains to lounging.
How could Marmie possible choose them over a youthful, fun cat like me?