Sulking Felines

It's no secret that the Kitties who live in The Little House on The Hill love Mr. POSSLQ. I, on the other hand, am more "hired help" to them... They tolerate my presence because I feed them and keep their kitty boxes poopsmithed. But when it comes to a good snuggle, they shun me in favor of Mr. POSSLQ.

So, since he left, every time I come in the door, they come running, see it's only me and skulk off. I'm not joking. They are not pleased that he isn't home and want seem to want know what I did to make him go away. And really wish he'd come back and send me away!

I was in bed this morning and Weedy came into the bedroom, jumped on the bed, stompled over me and proceeded to do what I can only conjecture was giving me a good cussing out. She meowed at me in various angry tones for about 2 minutes, kneading on me quite angrily until she "flumped" down on me and glowered.

I've barely seen Willow... I think he's been snuggled up on Mr. POSSLQ's clothes in the closet.

It's all just very weird. It's not the being alone part that bothers me... it's more that I am used to having someone around (as are the kitties) and it just feels like something is missing.

There may be some Weedy poetry here soon. She's been mumbling all day...!