I think she knows it's coming.
When apartment people have to come in to do maintenance with the AC or do bug sprays or look to make sure the ceiling hasn't fallen in, they put up flyers a few days in advance so that pet owners can close their pets in another room. Zoloft knows this as kitty jail.
Yesterday she did hard time in kitty jail. She had our bathroom and bedroom to wander and control, but The Hater said that she started crying for parole as soon as he came home. We played hard with her last night (with her favorite string and the laser pointer). This morning we revisited the string and she's been very vocal with us, demanding love and attention.
Little does she know that today is another day she'll have to spend in kitty jail, and she'll have no chance to post bail until I get home from work tonight.
It's so hard to be a spoilled inside cat.
The Things We Bring Home:
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