the biped blues

weekends are so long when the humans are gone. i don't know where they went, and it was kind of a surprise that they left. all of a sudden they were crowding around me and picking me up, and then they walked out the door. i wonder if that's what death will be like.

the other one, the loud one, she stayed here. i will give her credit, though. she made sure i had food and beverage. i bet the other two put her up to it. the left behind one, she hung out with a familiar human i call "the royal one". i recognized her and she hangs out with the married ones a lot, so i let her stay.

but, it was a boring weekend. no one to give me chocolate frosting, no one's stomach to sleep on, no arms to stretch my claws on, no one to watch the tv shows I like with, and no one to talk to that REALLY understands me. the secluded one usually just mocks me. the royal one i think genuinely likes me, and she always greets me quite pleasantly. i'm glad i let her live.

i went through a sort of withdrawal when both the bipeds left me this weekend. i didn't start feeling back to my normal self until they had been home a few hours. this home is so empty when they leave. it makes me want to brave that moving box thing again, just so i don't feel left behind. all the fast-moving scenery and images was very confusing for my little brain, but i didn't get sick so it can't be all bad...and they seemed to enjoy it.

so, that's my next goal. clock more time in the box-on-wheels so i can spend more time with my humans.

so glad they're home...