Familiar feeling

How has this happened again, already?
How is it nearly Monday?

I'm sure I simply did a slow blink on Friday evening and we arrived where we are now.

I has had the whole weekend with my hooman, and now he'll be gone tomorrow.

And I has so much to do this week.

I has to re-scent all of the chairs, by rubbing against them.

I has to revisit all of the cupboards, to decide which is the darkest and cosiest.

I has to stare out of the window and chatter at squirrels.

I has to get at least 80 hours of naps in.

I has to claw all the soft things.

The list just goes on and on.

Such is catty life - just have to meow and get on with it.





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