Where's The Queen?

Okay, fun is fun.  She's had her "convenshun" now where is she?

I have been waiting by the back door for days and days.  I look under the bed, sit at the front door, wait in her chair.  Has she ran away?

I cry to The Athlete and all he can say is "She'll be home soon".  Today he said she will be home tonight.  Hrrumph.  I doubt it.  I wonder if she has found another feline?   Surely not.  How could I ever be replaced?  She better get back home or I'll pee in her chair....that will fix her.

While I wait to see if she ever returns, I did find this cartoon to share.  Why does St. Peter ask me to make up my mind?