I didn’t tell you that CooNee was gone, because I was too sad about it and I was hoping she would return.
Last Monday while we were gone all day, something happened to The Big Yellow Dog and CooNee. They disappeared. KatyBug sent me a hilarious story of how she imagined the two of them off on an adventure, CooNee riding on Yellow Dog’s back. I like the story and might use it one day, if she doesn’t mind!
It’s one week later, and CooNee has come home. There is still no sign of Yellow Dog, sad, I know.
She said to me in coon language, “Mommy, it’s me, CooNee. Please open the door. There are a bunch of cats out here, and you know I don’t like cats, Mommy.”
“Listen you felines, line up right there and don’t touch my bowl. Mommy is coming out here to feed me any minute now.”
“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll give you what for!”
“Mommy, pleeeeeeeease give me something to eat. I’m tired, and hungry, and thirsty and I have a hurt leg.”
“Thank you, Mommy. Now please give the cats theirs so they can quit staring at me!”