Wish I was a stray cat - sounds like fun

With my man-servant seemingly on his death bed/toilet, this may be my future.

Nick had been sicker than a dog the past few days - I fear this may be the end.

He’s spending more time in the washroom making noises I’ve never heard.

Sadly there’s been a few times he did not make it to the bathroom, and I’m sure as hell not going to clean it up.

Right now he’s sleeping at the foot of the toilet. This cannot be a good sign.

Now, I’m not worried about not having him around, I am spending what time he has left, climbing curtains, using his bed to sleep and ‘doing my business’ where ever I happen to be. Also using his computer and phone randomly calling any number that happens to pop into my ind.

Secretly, I’m praying to Bastet - cat goddess - that she takes him soon. It’s starting to reek in here, but I’m not leaving until the food is gone and I’ve eaten Nick’s dead body.

Yes - we cats will eat people - it’s all meat.

And then I’m free - there’s a group of feral cats and kittens in our neighborhood who have been trying to convince me to join them. It sure sounds like they have fun and the comradeship does appeal to me.

As does the freedom.

Bastet and loyal subject