...barely, after my boring weekend being abandoned by my staff. My humans had a great time in Berlin but nearly didn't get home on Monday night. They ended up sitting in Münster Osnabrück airport for hours while people were trying to repair a broken windshield on their plane. Then they had to wait for another plane to be brought from Berlin to finally fly them on to London. They got home after 11 p.m. and were very grumpy when they had to get up for work the next morning. I was very relieved when they finally got home and had to lick them and stand on them a lot to make myself feel better.
Uncle Andrew remembered to feed me (though he is not generous with the treats). He didn't even grumble too much about having to clean up the large hairball I left in the hall especially for him. He did scare my mum, though, because when she got home he told her that he was worried about me because I was limping and seemed subdued. This made her anxious, so since she has been home she has been monitoring me and I have no trace of a limp and seem perfectly normal, so now she is wondering if I was faking the limp to get extra attention from Uncle Andrew...I'm not telling!
My humans claimed they didn't see any presents I would like in Berlin. Mostly they have been raving about seeing amazing chocolate shops and luxurious hotels and eating cakes and riding on yellow trains and seeing a famous polar bear. Sounds like they have just been enjoying themselves. When is it my turn to be spoiled?