Oops! I peed on your bed!

So my *sigh* brother today finally convinced me that we are here at doggy day camp for a little while. I should have know it when mom and dad 2b did not show up on Monday night to pick us up. I should have known when dad 2b promised me a hamburger - it was all too good to be true. Riley, my brother, told me that he found a pamphlet for a resort
in the U.S. Virgin Islands called Gallows Point. He also found a plane ticket while rooting for some underwear to chew on. The ticket was dated December 25th going to St. John via San Juan. So while Riley and I are here stuck in the cold weather in a cage, mom and dad 2b are likely sipping fancy fruity drinks - you know the kind they serve with a fancy paper umbrella - anyway they are likely sipping on fruity drinks, basking in the sun and up to gosh knows what other shenanigans! I cannot explain in words how angry this makes me but I assure you my loyal readers, that I will certainly let them have a piece of my mind - or the contents of my bladder - when they get home!!! Besides, I can just blame any "accidents" on the cat - like the one pictured above (Kiwi is a 6 year old domestic white haired kitty that also lives with us).