In the words of the roommate, “Trixie guarding her precious…”
The move was tough on Trix. She didn’t want to leave the safety of under the bed for days. The only thing that brought her joy? This random trash bag. Apparently, she wouldn’t leave it alone, until the roommate, the killjoy that she is, threw it away. Poor Trix. You’ll have another precious one day.
Find your roommates favorite coffee mug and trash it. Seriously. How rude.
Pretty kitty.
I will hide her in my carry-on, take her to see all the big cars in Arlington, then Greyhound her over to see you. We will take her to the hot springs. She needs some excitement in her life.
The Trix misses you. There is only one person to claw at, and no bed to pee on…