Everyone in our house is nervous. I wish the people kid Julie and her man would hurry up and call Mom and the big man about that people baby they are supposed to get. Last night the Mom and the big man went for a very long ride on their bicycles and Mom made me stay in the house to answer the phone. Mom knows that cats do not answer the phone! Cats do not like telemarketers!

I stayed in the house for a while after they got back to fight with the big man but he was too busy packing a suitcase. I guess if everyone else is going to the place where sad people sing sad songs and cry in their drinks called Nashville, I should go too. I started getting my stuff together last night while Mom and the big man were sleeping. I don't know if they have cat treats at the hospital where we are getting the people baby so I gathered up a few things to eat while we wait. I had a little squirrel all dead and ready to go and I needed a plastic bag to put him in to keep him fresh. I waited until the big man came out this morning to go to work and I tried to bring my little squirrel in the house to put him a plastic bag and the big man got mad at me!

He hit me with his lunch box! He would not let me in the house with my little squirrel! I need to pack my snacks! What is wrong with the big man?

Since the big man would not give me a plastic bag, I just ate my little squirrel on the steps. I didn't want it to go bad or anything. Now I don't have any snacks to take the hospital to share with the people kid Julie and her man. Don't worry, I'm not sharing my treats with the big man! he is not cool and I am a cool cat.