Daddy had his annual Super Bowl party so our house was invaded. Most of the people aren't strangers to me anymore, but I still get weirded out when there are lots of different people in my house. Using my comfy chairs. Eating my food. I finally got mommy to hold me at the table so I could see what I was smelling. Yum! All they would give me, tho', was carrots! Not the salami that was making my mouth water. Dang.
Finally. Everyone's gone and I can have my chair back! Good riddance. Except I do like people dropping food for me to grab up.