He thought he found the perfect hiding spot. He did not want to remain in this house any longer. If he did, he’s going to explode.
“Oh Albert, time for dinner.” The cat-sitter called. Ugh, my name is Alberto, not Albert.
He inhaled sharply. Tuna again? And not even the good stuff! Catherine and Rose give me the good stuff. Mmm, halibut. His tongue began to stick out and drool began to fall.
Why couldn’t they take me along anyway? Afraid I might ruin the fun? Afraid I’d be cat-napped? He chuckled soundlessly.
The cat-sitter clicked her tongue as she lifted the basket. “Oh Albert. Why are you hiding? Do you not like to play with me?”
Albert couldn’t help it. “Lady, if you ask me to eat that tuna mush again, you will wish I never play with you.” The cat-sitter screamed, dropped Alberto, and ran out of the house. Alberto laughed. “That’s more like it.”