It is now seven full hours since we returned from the vets and I think HIGH TIME the sulking ended. You have not said a single word to me from the moment we got over the threshold, which I might add, is more than somewhat of a contrast to the terrible fuss you made all the way there and back shouting blue murder to all and sundry from the cat carrier.
Seven entire hours of staring at the corner or the staircase and hurrumphing, deliberately looking the other way. I know full well that there is absolutely nothing of interest in that corner as I vacuumed it just this morning.
This nonsense better be over by suppertime or I might start some sulking of my own.
All the best in anticipation of your return to our conversations.
Love from Crispin