They are gone. SHE Who Opens Cans and HE Who Sleeps in the Big Soft chair
went away Wednesday and haven’t come back.
When I saw this photo on SHE’s computer
and I heard them mention words like, “passport,” and, “beach,”
I knew something was up.
They’ve been grumbling about the long winter. But who hasn’t.
When they started packing I tried to stow away in a suitcase.
I was hoping I’d match the color of their luggage and they wouldn’t notice.
But, alas, I was discovered.
Don’t leave me here alone in this frozen purgatory with Fuzzy Legs!
He’s so slow to open cans and sleeps with his door closed
so I can’t stomp him into getting early breakfast,
and second breakfast, and elevensies.
If Fuzzy Legs forgets to empty my litter box
I’m going to leave a log on the carpet
where he will step in it on the way to his bathroom.