And what my person doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
So I got on her bed and messed it up. There’s two cats now, so I can always blame them if my person says anything.
I checked out the litter box. What?! My person cleaned it before she left? That’s not fair.
Then I looked to see if there was any cat food left.
This is not good. My person is getting better about remembering to put the cat food where I can’t reach it.
I hear somebody at the door. It can’t be my person. I didn’t hear her car. I heard another car though.
It’s my friend who comes sometimes when my person’s not here.
Don’t anybody tell my person that I have a friend over when she’s gone. I might get in trouble.
Hey wait a minute!
My friend let me go outside, but now she’s ignoring me.
She’s paying attention to Gizmo!
What is this?
Gizmo, go hide in the bedroom or something. This is my friend. She came to see me.
What do you mean, she was your friend first?
You used to live with her?
And now you live with me?
I don’t know what to make of this.
How can I have secret mischief if you’re the one having a friend over and not me?
Gizmo, I’m telling. You’re not supposed to have friends over when my – oh, I have to say “our” now – person is gone.