The publicist is away.
She has abandoned us to go to BlogPaws.
(I don't know why it is not BlogHooves)
She has left the male person to take care of us.
He's nice and all but he just doesn't take care of us like the publicist does.
So I am on strike.
I am going to just sit and do nothing until she gets back.
What do you think?
I do not think he will notice me here anyway.
I am hiding.
With my brown furs I blend in.
And the weed tree gives me cover.
He'll never know I"m here.