Yesterday, the People went to San Francisco to meet up with Sandy & Tom, some friends that they've had for like 90 years or something like that. Or maybe just 20, I dunno, the Woman says the Boy was like 8 years old when she and Sandy "met" online, and he has a birthday coming up and he's gonna be 28, so you do the math.
Now, I don't begrudge them taking a day to go hang out with friends. I really don't. they haven't seen each other since right after they People gave me my forever home. Or maybe right before. It's hard to keep track. But. BUT. Proper etiquette suggests that if the kitty doesn't get to see the friends, then you bring the kitty back a present or two.
What did I get?
Well, I didn't get this giant frog!
Seriously...can you imagine how good that would have been?
I could have eaten on that thing for DAYS.
But no. Instead of bringing me home the giant frog all I got was to see a picture of it. And they didn't bring me anything else, either! I mean, isn't that where you get some really really really fresh fish? Fisherman's Wharf, where they were hanging out!
I really want that frog.
I'll settle for some fish.