While in Las Vegas, Lucy, my cat sitter (and very remorseful fish and tadpole murderer), texted me to say that she couldn’t find Paoli, the cat. Did I leave her outside or inside?
“Outside.” I texted back. “Leave food out.”
When I got back, at midnight after being gone only 44 hours, Paoli greeted me from the window plaintively, within minutes. And then proceeded to insist that she sit with me and puppy Shadow, on the bed for the next half hour, her eyes glued on mine, glaring: “J’accuse!”
I came across this little video the next morning when I woke up. Made me laugh out loud.
