First I would like to say that there must be something wrong with the mail service because my not-so-subtle hint for cat toys did not result in any cat toys.
You should know that I still look longingly at the table where the cat toy used to live. I may even whimper. That might explain why the sitter tied my red ball to the old cat toy string.
She had me fooled for about five minutes, making me believe that the new toy could possibly fill the void left by that little stuffed mouse's untimely departure.
Not quite. Five minutes of play was all I could manage until my tender little heart was overcome by grief and I had to lie down.
True story.
Wish me luck, world! Only 16 days to go.
Love, Gracie
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