What a week! My head is still spinning.
First, Treater and Napper started pulling out boxes and paper and things began to disappear. No big deal, I thought. I figured they were just cleaning the place.
Then, on Wednesday morning, Treater tricked me!!! My litter box wasn't in its usual spot, so I put my nose to work. I found it and my food and water in the big bathroom. I went in to investigate, and Treater sneaked up behind me and closed the door! I was a prisoner! I began to think of Tiggie and Hart and all that they went through and I began to fear that perhaps I'd end up facing Iraqi cats!
From my prison cell, I could hear all sorts of strange noises and voices. Peeking under the door, I saw the furniture leaving. There were several strange men taking our stuff! After a long time, everybody left. I was trapped and alone.
Later that evening, Treater and Napper came back. Treater came into my prison and pulled out that Pet Taxi from the linen closet. Uh-oh. I ran behind the toilet. She shooed me out. I ran into a corner and tried to turn invisible. She cornered me with that Pet Taxi. I had no where to go but in. At least she threw my favorite towel in there first.
I watched them carry some things out and finally Treater came back for me. She put me in that big thing on wheels and we were off! To the Vet? I hope not. Hmmm. We didn't drive very long at all before she stopped and carried me inside a building I'd never before seen.
They left me in the Pet Taxi for a while, but I could still see all the goings-on. Hmmm. I saw our stuff all around me. I even saw stuff that I haven't seen in a very, very long time. I wonder where it had been?
Finally, they let me out. I crouched low to the ground and started exploring. I found my litter box and food right away. I explored and explored and finally I found our bed! Oh, yeah!
We've been here for two nights now, and I'm still exploring. Treater is pulling papers and things out of all of these boxes (I think that if I could count, there would be three hundred bazillion boxes all over this house). I stay clear of her because I don't want to end up in one of those boxes or buried beneath all that paper.
I have not found a big glass wall here, but I found a couple of places that are good for sitting and watching outdoors. I saw some really big birds out strolling. Treater said it was a sandhill crane family (momma, daddy, and two baby birds). I thought it was lunch. Oh, well.
That's what I've been up to lately. I still have lots of exploring to do. Treater's computer is still in a box so she said I can't put up any pictures for a while. We'll get to that as soon as possible. Meanwhile, I'm off to check things out. Treater says we can begin visiting everyone again just as soon as all of these boxes are gone. (Maybe we can party to celebrate when that happens!)
TTFN!
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4 comments:
I was very worried about you when you said you were locked in a room.....and when you were put into the PTU. Then I hoped maybe you were coming here, like Tiggie and Hart did. My hopes were dashed when you said you didn't go very far. But I am glad you are out of the PTU and finding some places to watch big birdies!!!
Sounds like a lot of commotion going on at your house. I hope you are ok!
--JB
Sounds scary, glad you're safe.
That does sound exactly like what happened to us. I hate it when they trap us in the bathroom. I keep telling Hart that we must remember to stay out of there.
We have stuff again that we haven't seen in a long, long time, and big boxes everywhere too.
Maybe this is what that guy on TV meant when he said he was going to bring change. He just got a dog...doesn't that tell you what side he is on? No First Cat in the country right now...this doesn't look good. Not good at all.
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