I know how much you miss me when I'm off climbing fences, chasing ze leetle birdies, and drooling over those delicious squirrels. That's what cats do, n'est pas? Especially moi. It's springtime and ... well, you know. Some things are private, non? I come and go when I feel like it. But...
I'm so worried, my guardian just said the dreaded word -- "luggage". And there is clean litter in my box and such a huge pile of cat food in my bowl. These are just not good omens, if you know what I mean. I'm trying to think positive, but it is no good.
The word Paris keeps coming up too, after all, it is April. And I have not been informed about anything (as usual). I can feel it in my very whiskers. I'll be left here with ze doors locked and the windows shut tight, for such a long time. Alors!
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