For the past week, I’ve been sitting for my friend Sarah’s goofy cat Charlie (aka Chucklebutt, Sir Charles, Mr. Princess, Charlie Bucket, etc.), which has been interesting. I’ve managed to lock myself out, as well as lock Charlie out, and he alternates between absolutely loving me and being irritated at me pestering him or insisting that he come back in the house after his outside time. I’m a lot like the puppy in this from Simon’s Cat. Maybe he’ll miss me when his mom is back.