Hopes and Whatever

Yesterday I didn't really want to go to the Nice Ladies' office.

Mom tried to keep me calm by having me sit next to her.

Ultimately, however, I chose to go underneath my 

favorite chair and stay there until it was time to leave.

When we got home, Mom left me alone for an hour.

I was a bit despondent.

When she eventually went and sat on the patio 

to talk with Computer Aunt, I went out to the

sidewalk in hopes of catching sight of Angel.

When she didn't show, I tried getting closer to her window.

That was about the time Mom decided it was time to go in.

"Really, Mom?"

Once inside, I pleaded with Mom to fix my mood.

It wasn't until hours later when she finally 

decided to play with me.

It was plain ol' string.

No stick.

I approved.

I even got up and tried playing in the dining room for a bit.

It wasn't long before the enthusiasm left me.

After a period of unrest,

I climbed onto a chair and tried to will Mom into

taking me for a nighttime recon.

When she resisted my mind control attempts,

I gave up and snuggled next to her on the couch.

Maybe this was for the best after all.