Guess who's back?

Who else, us on the blogosphere and the humans are at home.

It was horrible having a pet sitter here. He's actually my mama's nephew whose credentials in pet sitting are limited to taking care of his brother's two woofies, Kodie and Khloe (they are furry cute, but won't admit that to their faces). Pet sitter did not clean our litter 20x a day as we trained mama to do. He did not know where the treats were located. We sat outside the cabinet door forever and he just wouldn't get the signal that that's where our treats were. The horror! So we were treatless for 3 days that the humans were away.

Buster did not get his red dot play time; I did not get brushed. Horrible time kitties!

So when the humans came back yesterday, I gave them a silent treatment, until I heard the cabinet door open, the magic cabinet that holds the treats. Then I ran up to mama and headbutted her leg a thousand times before I got my treats.

I didn't forget the treatless days though, and just to drive my point, I have to wake her up at 4 AM today demanding to be fed. Yes I know I have 3 food bowls with food, but I want the mama to get up in the dark and step on Buster's tail, hehehehe.

This is my look of disapproval. Our petsitter became g'ma's garden helper. Talk about ignoring your job. I also have to talk to human g'ma about this.