Pssst….this is Storm….the cat. I’m afraid to meow this out loud, but….I think we’re on the run!!
After living a normal comfortable life in the same house (with doting staff) for my first 13 years, we’ve been on the move now for almost a year!
First, I get stuffed in my “vet” cage and taken to this nice lady’s house. We stayed in the upstairs. She liked me okay I guess, and I had a great screen porch for sunning. Just as I was getting comfy in my new digs and with my new peep, I’m back in the cage and wind up in this tiny floating house. Good grief! It turned out to be okay, had big windows with lots of sun for napping…but we weren’t there long.
Back in the cage for a long trip in the car (I hate car trips) and we hide out in this big empty house. But a few days later I’m back in the cage and get dumped in this tiny floating tub. And we’re on the move every day! Nothing but water everywhere (Sheesh!); no grass to be found. Just diesel fumes!
I just know someone’s after us! I don’t know what Jim’s done (or maybe he’s in a witness protection program!), but he’s my man and I’m standing by my man…on all four legs.
Stay tuned; you may need to send help. I will let you know what I see (and smell) so you can track us. I’m trying to be brave; I’m not a scaredy-cat! MEOW!!