I fell onto the couch with a sigh, one hand on my still very full belly. Freddie looked up from his spot next to me, curled up on the furry blanket in the little nest I had made for him before we had left. “I’m so full,” I told him.
“I was alone,” he observed.
I reached out to pet him. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But you wouldn’t have wanted to come. There were a lot of people there.”
He shuddered a little. “I wouldn’t have wanted to come,” he agreed.
“But we’re home now and it’s going to be a long holiday weekend. We’ll hang out together.” I thought about it. “Well. I still have to work. But we’ll hang out anyway.”
He sighed.
A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦
- Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul.
- Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community.
- Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people.
- Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly.
- There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw.
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