I bet you were wondering if I was OK?
All that endlessly wittering on about their holiday.
I didn't have a holiday.
Although I don't think I would have like it in the land of the dogs, I imagine the whole place is over-run with those pesky Newfoundlands and Labradors.
This time however, R got up.
I thought she was just going to the bathroom, but turned right at the bathroom door, and went through to the kitchen!
This I couldn't ignore - she might be preparing food!
I followed her, blinking as she turned the lights on. Knowing something strange was up, I stuck by her side as she put the kettle on, and then went to the bathroom and messed around with that paint-stuff on her face.
I was so surprised at this, I hadn't even had a chance to miaow and demand it!
But then R and T gathered their suitcases, hugged me, and then clattered downstairs, and the apartment was in silence.
They didn't return however.
It was a relief not to be back at the vets to be honest. Although I did get more attention, I was always on high alert just in case they decided they felt like sticking a needle into me.
Which I did.
I bought my towel from the bathroom through to in front of the TV, ready to watch it.
But then couldn't turn the TV on.
I will learn to do it...
I kept jumping on them throughout the night to make sure they were really home, and to say hello. They said something back, but I don't think it was, 'Hello'...
Not only did they not step foot outside the house, but they were both sat on the sofa most of the time too!
A great warm spot for me!
However it could have been more restful, as they selfishly kept coughing and sneezing and sniffling, which interrupted my sleep...
...Hang on just a minute!
The suitcases are back out...