Finn Fridays Are Numbered

Happy Finn Friday! A few weeks ago — when I took too long to grab treats from a Whiskas Temptations pouch — Finn boiled with rage and screamed, “That’s it! I’m going to leave you. I’m moving away from you!” I assumed he was just being dramatic in an attempt to hurt my feelings. But, he was serious. He’s been busy packing his Mylar balls and mousies and cans of Fancy Feast and the cat tree and maybe his little brother, Ollie (he hasn’t decided yet). He’s really doing it. He’s moving out of the metro, abandoning us. This is the face of a kitty who’s made up his mind; and there’s no turning back now. RUDE!