I was all excited yesterday because Minou and I were supposed to have the house to ourselves for days. Days, I tell you! Both Mom and Roo Mate were jetting out of town to go backstage at fashion shows and whatnot. Aside from a food bowl-replenishing visit from Auntie Sabs, the cats were gonna be in charge!
THANKS A LOT, MOTHER NATURE.
Because of all of the snowfall in New York, flights are wonky. Roo Mate is stuck in Vegas for the time being, and Mom? Well, lucky us, she's here for at least another day. Look how she taunts us with this strange talking machine. I am a little too smart to fall for its witchcraft, but Cletus Van Damme here eats it up. I think he thinks it's a baby kitten, because last night he tried to snuggle it. I suspected Minou might be a few kibble bits short of a Fancy Feast, but now I'm convinced. Then again, not everyone can be as intellectually brilliant as Milo Minousky, PhD.
After this experiment, Mom decided that it is best to hold on to the phone while trying to trick us. That Minou is faster than you think!