The Visitor

Last week Grandma's cats went to their new home. They lived with us for over a year. I miss them. Mostly I miss their food bowls that I got to lick when they were done eating. I look in the room where they stayed after every meal, but still, nothing. I went to the vet last week and I only weigh 58 pounds! My human says "Good." I say "FEED ME!!!! I'm starving!"

Today I went for a long walk. I went to Parkview Pet Supplies and had a thumper. MMMMMMM! Thumpers!! Then we came home and guess who was outside? Knuckles. Huh? We just got rid of three cats and I'm thinking we could stand to lose a couple more and now we're adding a dog? He's just here for a little while, right? Like an hour? Two? Why does he need a bed? Here's a picture of me and Knuckles in the kitchen.
We are so hungry! After his humans left we went for a walk. Then a couple hours later we went for another walk. Hey! I don't need to walk this often and I'm pretty sure he's faking it just to go outside. He was still here at dinner time. Here's a picture of me and Knuckles and the cats in the kitchen waiting for dinner.

Well, most of us are waiting; Shadow is on the counter trying to self serve some dog food. I like having Knuckles around for dinner because he never finishes his food and I get to eat what he leaves behind. Except he eats really slow and my human makes me wait until he's done. You can eat more than one piece of kibble at a time! Here, let me show you. I wasn't allowed to show. Mmmmmmmore, please! Extra dinner was good, but I'm not going out again tonight no matter what!