I haven't had much chance to blog recently because I was worried about Mr Indy. He hadn't been quite right after his last fight with evil Hitler cat. He stopped enjoying playing "Marmalise" and then he started letting me eat his breakfast when Mr Woman wasn't looking.
Then, the pink cage of doom came out and took him away. (I have to whisper in case it hears me.) The first two times Mr Indy came back and he looked upset but never said a word. (Indy never says a word, period, due to his muteness. Helpfully, Mr Man.) Then on Wednesday he didn't come back and no matter where I look and no matter how much I squeak, he won't come back. So now I'm really worried and Mr Woman has bought some "light" biscuits for me and Mr Man keeps looking at me when he mentions his "chub key." I don't know what it all means and I suspect that there's some kettles and pots around here.
Anyway, some nice person called Dick the Vet keeps calling and I think Mr Indy's gone there for a while. I did hear something about Pie of the Rocks which sounds like it might be quite tasty so maybe that's why he wasn't eating his food because he liked the special pie.
Still, I wish he would come home. I've spent two nights in a row telling Mr Man and Mr Woman that he hasn't come back but they're not very bright and it's tiring me out. Though Mr Man just came back and now I'm sure I can smell cat face somewhere. I like cat face. Makes me sleepy and happy. Must go and lie on some nubbles. I like nubbles.
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