Yeah. Even my cat hasn’t come home.
I’ll lend you my brat of a cat. She chooses not to go out when it’s cold, just sits on my desk and complains about the rotten waitress in this establishment. dinner is never soon enough for my fat kitty girl.
My daughter is going to Australia for Christmas , flying out the 26th, jumping on a cruise ship with a friend. Really good for her, since her beloved husband died two months ago, and she cries all the time. Friend’s suggestion of the cruise is a lifesaver for her. Anyway, I’ve invited a good friend over for Christmas dinner and we’ll have a lovely dinner and share a terrific bottle of wine.
Merry Christmas to you and your cat brat.