From Maggie: I'm not sure what has to be done, but I really think that Mondays are a bad deal. And this one has been especially rotten since we've just had something the staffers keep referring to as as "time change."
First of all, my staffers are around all day for 2 days and then every Monday, they leave for a bunch of other days. So for a few days, the staff is only here at night. I'm not sure what I should do about that.
And then this morning, they let us out a whole hour late. That means breakfast was late, too. Then tonight, Staffer Mom showed up about an hour late to let us out. That meant dinner was late, too. Is it going to be like this all winter? I'm not sure how we're going to get used to this. Staffer Mom says we've done it every year, but it doesn't seem likely. I don't like eating late, and I would remember that.
From Bandit: Maggie gets a little impatient. Mom and Dad haven't ever let us go hungry. They aren't going to start now. Hey, what are you eating? Is that a snackie treat? Can I have it?
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You didn't even mention how early it gets late, if that makes sense. OK, how early it gets dark.
This is not a complaint, but every time I check your blog I hear the meows from the very funny cartoon you sent to blow the whistle on Ernie. My new cat, Scruffy, hears them too and replies. Maybe he thinks Ernie is listening.
I look under the bed each night for baseball bats but so far I'm safe. Bebe
Mom made sure there's nothing under her bed, too. We're pretty certain that the shoes she found under there WERE NOT the ones Maggie took under the bed a few days ago. In fact, we're pretty sure we've never even seen those shoes before. Really. Never.
i've learned to just eat an extra meal on those days. then you hardly notice the time change.
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