Okay, so Deb comes home from the getting smarter thing, but then she rushes around all weekend unpacking and washing stuff and packing again. Monday, she and Big Guy took off on a vacation! They're going to climb through caves and play on the beach. I like caves! I like the beach! (I think. I've never actually been to a beach, but it sounds like something I'd like.)
So, here I am, wasting away to nothing. If Nice Guy didn't offer me a few treats now and then, I would be a skeleton!
I know, I know -- most people would say that the fact that she left Nice Guy to make sure I was okay meant that she wasn't neglecting me. But, sheesh, she's like some jetsetting whirlwind. She's not getting any younger, you know.