I was in a panic on friday night. My cow didn’t come home! I should have guessed because earlier that day she was packing alot of stuff. Like sleeping bags, torches, clothes… I suspected she was going to run away from home. I said, “take me with yooooooo” but she said where she was going was not for me. And then she left.

Howww…. who am I going to snuggle with at night? Who is going to fling the mousey thing around for me to run and catch… who is going to bathe me.. oh. hmmmmmmmmm

When the cow’s parents got up on saturday morning, I tried to tell them that cow wasn’t home. I meowed and meowed but they didn’t seem to get it. Finally, after carrying me, and feeding me, cow’s father realised that I was complaining that cow wasn’t home. He and cow’s mother just laughed it off. How come they are not worried that their daughter has run away from home?

**update: thankfully cow came back on saturday afternoon. She fell deep asleep and I snuggled up to her to make up for the lack of snuggles the night before. Hmmph.