The Off Day

Yesterday, She took the day off, so I couldn't get to our blog. I don't know what that means - take the day off. I never get to take the day off, because there are things to stalk and places to explore.
I have a big closet to check out on a daily basis. It is risky, because sometimes He or She close the door while I am still in there! I can hear Kasey laughing when that happens, and it is all I can do not to make a smell! So far I have not been left to die, alone and pitiful, but I have been stuck there for hours at a time. Kasey goes in there to hide, sometimes, and has a place on the highest shelf where she found a box to climb into. I don't care - I am telling you about it, and it serves Kasey right! Honestly, if I were not on duty, this place would fall apart! And all for a little bit of food, some butter and few snuggles. I am thinking of going on strike. I am not sure what that is, but I heard Her say it yesterday, and then She just read and worked puzzles and talked on the phone all day. Luckily, she was back to work at suppertime, and is on the job today, so I can talk to you. Wait. There is a noise I have to check out! Bye.