I am lonesome

My other human is in Engerland watching the football. He comes home on Wednesday. I miss him. He is fun. He likes fighting and chasing and scratching and mousies. He gives me lots of flakies and lots of biscuits. He spoils me. I loves him. He is nicer than the other human. She is a tough-love kind of human. When the other human returns he will love me and hug me and squeeze me. Then he'll feed me...