My boys have decided that I am an evil mean mommy. I knew we were running out of treats yesterday, but forgot to stop by the store and pick some up. Now the morning treat ritual can't happen. You'd think it was the end of the world the way these two are carrying on!

Chewie is just standing in the kitchen, meowing pitifully and giving me long, sad looks. Enzo is following me everywhere, but not in a nice "let's play" kind of way. More like he's trying to be a constant reminder that I forgot my motherly duties. Every once and a while he will meow, and it seems like he's going out of his way to be tangled in my feet.

Ugh, I am going to the store in an hour. I hope I can hold out that long. I feel terrible. One thing cats have down to a science... guilt tripping.

Copyright © Rebecca Parkin
April 6, 2001