In Hiding Without Hiding!

The cat has been away for almost two weeks. Someone is going to go into some shit creeks. Wait! We already did that. No more wanted by Pat or cat. We can't take it. Not one bit.


"Someone is a drama queen."
Says the one who won't eat for Nanny.
"At least I don't eat everything going."
You should try it sometime.
"Not on your life, fake rhyming cat."
Missing out. Where were we? Oh yeah.

Pat left this early. THIS friggin early every day. Why?

Because the roads became rivers. It made people dance. What was so bad about that?

A tree fell here and there. This twig. Pffft.

Hmmm. That twig may hurt.

Hmm a bit bigger than a twig.

But bah, these guys can take care of it. Just shoot the tree. All better.

Hmm may want to watch the line.

And these lines.

And these ones too.

And...oh they took my advice. War zone.

Damn, they nailed that tree.

Sure a big old hole.

Ah. Caught him. So this is where Pat really was. He was hanging out with dogs. Big dogs. How FRIGGIN rude.
"Idiot."
Quiet, Cassie. No one is talking to you or the dog lover.
"Everything is always about you. Not the 402,000 out of power. Brat."
Go away or I'll feed you to that big dog.
Yep, Pat was supposedly out and about while 402,000 people gave a no power shout. Some didn't have it for a week or so. But everything and everyone was go go go. Should be getting back into the swing of things soon. Like maybe Sunday at noon. Sleep is on the agenda for now. I still say he was with dogs somehow. Can't you see the proof above? He is giving dogs love. Left me for 14- 16 hours a day with only Cass. Pffft can only take so much of her with my little rhyming ass.
Don't lose power in a hurricane shower.