On Friday my person rescued me from the dog hotel – I mean, she came and forced me away. I was having so much fun I didn’t want to leave.
I got home and looked forward to a nice, long nap when I noticed something was afoot.
Scratchy had invited Gizmo over for a sleepover.
So now I had two cats to put up with.
I wandered around the house looking for a comfy, peaceful place to lie down where there weren’t any cats, when I saw him.
Gizmo brought his friend Tiberius with him.
The cats were having a party.
And there was no holding them back.
They took over my kennel.
Gizmo, don’t try to deny it. I know you were checking out my dog jail kennel.
They took over the floor.
Then they took over the couch.
Hey, that’s my couch!
They tried to steal my snake.
Gizmo, get away from my snake!
Not you too, Tiberius!
The cats even took over the counter.
Scratchy, can you take your cat party outside?
Gizmo, what are you up to now?
Oh, no. Don’t you dare invite another cat to your party.
Can somebody please help me!?