Posted by on Apr 20, 2016 | 9 comments

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Hey, Loulou, I think I’ve found prints on a martini glass!

Well, I was just ruminating.  What if these guys didn’t actually go off on a trip and are actually toodling around somewhere very close to home, home being WHERE I RESIDE, and they are really just taking a little break from ME in order to have a romantic little jaunt somewhere “without the child” and all of this sturm und drang about trips and kitty sitters and such is all a sham, a fabricated, elaborate construction to get away from the hassles of everyday life, AND ME, and go off exploring new vistas to broaden their horizons?  What if they have put one over on me, little old gullible me?

What if this is actually TRUE?

You might say I am slightly paranoid, right?

But you never know what anthros are up to, and since I’ve not gotten ANY letters lately or postcards (that would have a post mark on them, right?), I’m beginning to get a bit suspicious.

They had better write me something soon, or I’m calling the MAB, Missing Anthros Bureau, and who cares if some detective finally finds them and interrupts their lovey-dovey cocktail hour at some resort somewhere, heaven knows where, but a place about which they have NOT TOLD ME yet?

WHO CARES?

I’m calling those find-it guys right now and THEY had better watch their backs…mama and papa, that is, not the detectives!

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I’m practising my sneaking-up tactics because the gumshoe might need me to help…

And boy, if I find those guys are right here under my nose–oh, boy!!!

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