One time at Cat Camp

My cat, Buddy Benson, has gone to stay with my BFF, and his Gay Dad, for a couple of days.

It's not only Cat Camp, it's cat heaven.

Instead of spending his days lounging on 20-year old wicker chairs from Pier One, Buddy can now recline on my BFF's Hermann Miller chair, while gazing lovingly at his collection of coffee table books. My BFF has a spectacular flat screen TV and surround sound to keep Budlet entertained, and his furriness will probably come home knowing Madonna's new album better than I do.

Even though he's been gone for less than twenty four hours, I really miss him. Despite the fact that he's prone to shedding an entire other cat every day, the place seems cavernous without him.