A frightful day

Today has been absolutely ghastly. The Feeders have been gone for many days, and in their absence a large man with a swooping coat has been providing nourishment and attending to Peanut's neurotic habits. We tolerate this, but only just.

This morning was the final straw. Swooping Coat did not appear. Instead, the one at whom we make Saucer Eyes entered the front door. We revolted.

The Feeders did not seem pleased on their return this night. They muttered over the sofa and removed the cushions to the glass room and refused to let us sleep on the bed. They must have been ignorant of our longing for their return. It can have had nothing to do with Peanut's revolutionary baptism of the sofa.