MINE MOMMY, CAN WE TALK?

Hi, Juney, you've been sitting and staring awhile.  I'm reading, did you want something?

Meowz.

Not sure I understand, can you be more specific please?

Meowz, meowz.

Treats, pets, brushies?  Or, you want to sit in our your polka dot chair?

meee-ooowz

Sorry, try one more time, little one.

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Oh my, now I completely understand.  So you looked at our your entire bloggie for the whole month of June ~ your month ~ yes, the month you wait all year long for!  I know, I know.  Every day was supposed to be devoted to you, only you.  You counted?  OMC!  I missed 7 days!  A whole week, with posts not about you, oh no, oh dear.  I promise, we will make up for this in the month to come, and the month to follow.  Promise.  Fur sure.  Meowz.  Want to come up for some lap cuddles?  No.  Okay, guess you're still not a lap cat. 

Oh, wait a minute, is it OK if I add one more photo?

Is it another "not me" one?  Am suspecting it's from we were both

window-watching yesterday, and it was so loud-and-noisy 

I had to go hide in the closet?

Yes, that one.  We were watching the Blue Angels air show together from our window,

down over the Inner Harbor.  You know dear, if the weather is OK today, 

me 'n' some friends are going there soon to see the "real deal".

Sure you are. Gone and leaving me alone again.

I'll wait for you in the closet, meowz.