They think I am stupid but I am not. I know that when the big green bag comes out, they're leaving home for a while. And that is exactly what's going on. The visitors are due this evening - how to cope? - and it seems Olivka and I are to be offered hospitality with the neighbours. I have been to see them once or twice and it's quite pleasant. On one occasion I played a little hard to get.. scared? No, no! And they tempted me to go in with a bowl of cream. My whiskers are twitching at the ready.
Whilst I am very independent, almost totally self taught, it does occur to me that they might be gone for a few feed times.
I hope they'll come back... I enjoy the odd chin scratch and tummy ruffle with her... still, back to my chair. The cushion's been plumped up. Is that a nibble of something I can spy on the carpet?
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