I'm so happy you're coming home tomorrow night. We haven't had any Fancy Feast or treats. Papa put me in the snow as evidenced in this picture. We've had record-breaking snow storms and cold weather while you're in 77-degree, sunny weather in California. We all sleep in the big bed together at night. Papa snores really loudly. He says that I snore, but I don't believe him.
When you get home, I would like the following:
- Fancy Feast
- The electric blanket and flannel sheets
- A combing
- My crinkle ball and my sparkle ball