|Human post pictures where they look younger, so here is one of me when I first adopted my people.|
Hi, it's me again. My owner has been busy working on her other books (something about YA paranormal or something, it doesn't have a cat it it, though it does have a dog, so I am not interested). She has been totally immersed in her project, so she has been out of it more than usual.
I didn't actually know that she could get even more spacey, but, hey, even cats aren't perfect (don't you dare tell anyone I said that). I learn things new about humans every day.
The other day she actually put the little rat-dog thing in the back yard. That little nuisence was small enough to squeeze out of the fence and ran away.
So, I went and caught the dog and brought her home and yelled at the door until they let us back in the house.
"See?" I told her. "Now I had to save your dog. Do I have to do everything in this household."
She was gracious enough to concede that I had saved her little rat. She said, "Good job, Jade."
Obviously, she forgot I was not a dog.