We, The Furry Kids, had a pretty quiet weekend. Only one roaming cat sighting and I only gotted mildly hissed off. The Mom, on the other hand, is still on edge. Something about she doesn't trust us alone and something else about she saw me sneak a chomp on a skinny dawg ankle, and so her and Dad (BUT MOSTLY HER) are hovering. Isn't that called helicopter parenting or something? So I spent lots of time cleaning my machine. Because it's super important to keep a clean machine. And because that's pretty much the only time she leaves me alone any more. Anybody need a super anxious, hover-y The Mom? I've got one available for cheap. Just sayin'.
