Yesterday my fears came true.
It was just as I predicted.
The dreaded Snow Monster made it's first
appearance of the season.
This is the main reason I HATE winter.
So I started my day here:
I hid under the bed.
Mom went on the rounds without me again.
Which was fine with me.
I was NOT about to go out there with
the snow or the Snow Monster!
After she had been home for awhile,
Uncle showed up.
I took this as a clue that Mom would not
be watching over me while I ate.
So I quickly turned to Mimzy.
Then Uncle and Mom left for hours.
I was left with this view to remind me
just how depressed I was:
When Daddy came home I ran down the hall
until he settled down.
Then I meowed my concerns to him
about the state of the outdoors.
I was bored.
I missed Mom.
When she finally came home,
I demanded her attention.
I insisted she watch over me while I ate.
When she finally settled down,
I curled up on her lap.
My mood was sullen.
At least Mom was home.
Eventually Mom got up and left me in the chair.
I was content to have the chair and blanket to myself.
Ultimately I readjusted myself...
...and said goodnight to a depressing day.