Plea to Mommy

Lately, my Mommy has been gone a lot and I miss our cuddle time. I claw and beg and plead with my huge eyes, and she says she has to leave so she can bring home the bacon. BACON??!!! Where is it then? I never see her bring home any bacon! Something is fishy. She explained that she has to leave and come back in order to provide me with the luxurious lifestyle to which I've become accustomed. I'd rather have her home, planted on the couch, for my good pleasure (with the bacon).