My people left the house this morning and said they would be gone all day.
This is not good. I’d better not drink my water or I’ll be squeezing my legs together before they get home.
At least I can get Scratchy’s food off the counter. Oh, no! They remembered to put it on top of the fridge where I can’t reach it.
Hey Scratchy, can you jump up on top of the fridge and knock your food down?
What? I ate it the last time you did that? I won’t eat it. I promise.
Well, I’ll leave a little bit for you.
Are you done in the litter box Scratchy?
My turn to check it out now.
Now I’m really thirsty. Just a little bit of water. Nope, I’d better not. I’m squeezing my legs together already. I hope my people come home soon.
Oh, thank goodness. Here comes my friend to let me out. I can’t figure how she knows just the right time to come over. She must be psychic or something. She picks up my thoughts that I really need to go out and comes over when I need it the most. I bet she could make a fortune telling dog’s fortunes, the way she reads my mind like that.
What, you’re leaving already!?
I take that back about my friend. If she was so good at reading my mind she would have fed me too – and put Scratchy’s food back on the counter where I can reach it.
Come on back friend. I’ve got to give you some more lessons in reading my mind.
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