My person and I have not been able to agree on a pet and I was beginning to think I would never get one. Except for my friend Dalton who said she’d come over and be my pet – but my person said it will take her a long time to get here because she lives so far away.
But today, my pet showed up. I don’t know if I picked him, or if he picked me. He came into the house on his own. I told him to be quiet and hide so my person wouldn’t notice him until he was settled in.
But he decided to come out and show himself. He stayed in one spot and kind of blended in to the carpet.
I watched as my person looked toward him. I’d hoped she’d think I left something on the floor and she’d ignore it. At first I thought she did.
But then I saw her do a double take. She looked closer at my pet. And then she walked away.
Well pet, I guess you’re okay here. Maybe it’s time to come up with a name for you.
My person came back with a box and put it over my pet.
Scratchy tried to get the box off. I think he wants a pet too. No Scratchy, I think our person is just keeping him in a box until she can find something better to put him in.
Hey, wait a minute! My person is taking that box outside. And my new pet is in it.
What do you mean I can’t have that pet in the house?
What do you mean he’s an outdoor pet?
Next time I get a new pet I think I’m going to have to put my person outside.