As always, the Hu-Dad is to blame, but a very unhappy Cheesewhiz complains that she found HER couch occupied by visitors.
A beautiful spring evening here in the mountains, so Hu-Dad thought everyone would be fine hanging outside in the yard – while he had other humans over for dinner.
That’s right, folks, more absolute proof of our rough living conditions that Hu-Dad prepared special food and drinks – and we were forced to stay outside. People visited who would have succumbed to our demands to ear scratches and belly rugs, yet we were not allowed in. And, worst of all for Cheoah, people sat on HER couch.
There is no end to our abuse.