Monkey Reports on the weekend

This has been the worst weekend of my whole life.

Friday Mom kept going to the door and calling Sister. She was getting more worried every time. I went down to that punk Jesse's house and found him. He swore he hadn't seen her, so I just whipped him right there in his own yard.

Mom asked the neighbors, no one had seen Sister. I stayed outside, looking for her. I felt bad because I let her go off the other night. I could've stopped her. I thought she'd be back.

Mom left in the afternoon and went to the store, where she forgot to get cat treats AGAIN. When she got back she was very, very, very sad. Very sad. And she didn't call Sister any more. The big man got home and they left for the evening. I kept looking for Sister, and went back down to punk Jesse's and whooped him one more time to get him to change his story. He didn't.

Saturday morning I came in for breakfast. The big man was more quiet than normal. He patted me on the head and said, buddy, Sister's not coming home. Mom looked very, very, very sad and she said, well, Sister is home. But I didn't see her. I think Mom meant something else, but I'm not sure.

Mom stayed very, very, very sad. She packed away Sister's special blanket on the back of the chair in the bedroom. The big man was being very nice to Mom and I was too. I don't think I've ever seen her so very, very, very sad.

I guess today I understand that Sister is gone and she is not coming back. I don't know what to do with myself, I don't have anyone to play with. I play with Mom more, but she just doesn't play as good or as long as Sister.

I heard her telling one of the people kids that we need to start looking for another kitty. I would like someone to play with but I wish it could be Sister.

One of the people kids asked Mom what she was gonna do about this blog. She said she didn't know. I offered to write stuff for a while. Actually Mom offered me and Sister both to have a blog but I wanted to have mine on Myspace. I hear there's lots of cool stuff over there but Mom said NO! Myspace is no place for a young cat like me. I think she's too overprotective.

So I'm going to write for a little while and see if I like it here. I may get my own blog, I feel sad writing on Sister's. And like Mom, I am very, very, very sad that Sister is gone.