This week I am playing daddy to a grey tiger-striped cat. This is P’s cat and since he is out of town on business, I get to cat sit.
Yesterday I brought him home with me after spending some time in Capitol City, much to the dismay of the cat. Since he was yowling to be let out of his little kitty prison, when I got home I parked the car in the garage, closed the garage door, then opened the car door and cage to let him out. So, what happened next? I accidentally slammed his tail the car door.
That action was promptly followed by a yowl and a hiss.
Poor kitty…
To add insult to kittycat injury, after leaving him home alone all day while I was at work, I came home, changed clothes, and headed to the grocery store. He’s probably feeling quite abandoned right now because he has been wandering the house looking for his daddy, who will not arrive until sometime Friday.
He did manage to think more highly of me when I fed him some wet cat food earlier. Perhaps all is *not* lost?
