It's me, Little Neal. I know exactly what's going on here. Mom's going to the gym and I don't like it one little bit. What happens if I NEED something while she's gone? A walk, fresh ice water beside the bed, my heating bed turned on, throw up cleaned up, food, a California Dreamin' Treat? I mean. What's a kitty supposed to do? I need more personal staff.
By the way, if you don't get enough of me here, I'm on Instagram at cjjohns1951. I don't have to share that, except with the (crazy bitch) Camille sometimes.