My life is in peril.
With my working so much lately, I’m hardly home. When I am home, I’m still working. Or sleeping. Or (heaven forbid) walking the dog.
The feline contingency has decided enough is enough.
I’ve noticed lately the looks of disdain and of downright anger. Even Rumpy is fearful of what may happen. He’s tried to tell me to watch my back, as there’s only so much even he can do to protect me from the wrath of a feline.
I’ve tried to bribe them with treats and coffee creamer, but that only goes so far.
If you don’t hear from me, please send help…. and cookies for Rumpy.