Our Cat
Our cat, Tiger, yes, original, I know, is quite needy. I'm not a cat
person, but Nat is.
Anyway, We go camping most weekends throughout the Fall and the cat
hates it. We don't take the cat, he just blows a gasket when we leave.
He parks in front of the door. He puts his toys in our way. He sits
down with the bags like one of us will accidentally pick him up and
pack him in the trunk. Then, when we get back, he meows, and I mean
"MEOW! MEOW! MEOW! MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!", then pukes all over the place
because he didn't eat while we were gone and gorged once we returned.
We have a nerves cat with issues.
He is lovable enough the rest of the time.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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