The kelb, however, does not seem to be as overjoyed as me that his beloved patron is leaving him. He has been pouting on the couch ever since he clapped eyes on her suitcase and he won't even sit with her. The big twit looks close to tears! I am too of course, but mine are tears of joy and elation! I won't have to listen to the rasping tones of her scolding me for some minor infraction or other. I think it is brilliant and it can't come around fast enough!
She was very selfish when packing her bags to leave and kept everything out of the way. She would not let me assist her. I believe that there is some very important documentation in one of her bags, but the miserable bat has put the bag on top of a cupboard well out of my reach. I was hoping to have a ferret about in this bag, but she is taking no chances. All I have managed to abscond with is a rather large and tired old pair of pants, I am sure I have saved her much embarrassment by snatching them! Her wardrobe like her hairstyle could do with being brought into the fifteenth century.
I am taunting the kelb by singing "Leaving on a jet plane", he will be reduced to a snivelling wreck (well more of a snivelling wreck) before the night is out. Oh what fun I will have with him, now that his protector is out of the picture for at least a week.