Sunday, May 15, 2022

Pinky Ruth #50

Maddie had been gone for 36 hours and 17 minutes when they opened the apartment door and called for me. I was lounging on the end of the bed, content with my cozy spot.

I meowed my cute meow.
Maddie thought my cute meow meant that I missed them and that I was glad they were home and that I was thankful I didn't have to spend another lonely night all by myself. (It did.)
But my cute meow was also a very polite way of saying, "Hey, where the heck have you been? You were gone waaaay to long. Don't ever do that again. Take a look at my food bowl there, ok? It's empty!!! I might be close to dying of starvation. Let's take care of that right away, ok?"
Maddie rushed over and filled my food bowl. I ate until I was pretty sure I was going to live. And then I propped myself up on the sofa in a patch of sunshine. I stared at Maddie on the other end, pretending to be a little bit mad that they left me overnight. I posed for the obligatory photo. And then, I couldn't wait any longer.
I rushed over, curled up next to Maddie, started purring,

and let them scratch behind my ears. I was happy. My person was home.

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