Out of the blue, my cage appears (with a lot a banging & cursing) from a deep hidden hole in the boat. This can only mean one thing…I’m going for a car ride. WAIT!! Could it be? Are we finally over this crazy floating adventure and we’re going HOME?
I practically leap into my cage. I’m carted up the dock and into the backseat of a strange car before being covered with a thick blanket. Yes, I know this routine. I’m either going to the vet or I’m going HOME!
I barely make a peep. It’s a long trip so I rule out the vet😊. So long that my staff stop and actually let me out of the cage for food and water…. twice! On the third stop, my cage is carried from the car up the steps and indoors. The blanket is removed, the door is opened, and I emerge to…...what? Where am I? This place is the size of our little house on the water, but there’s no water outside. And I smell a dog! I search the place, and to my relief I find no dog. I’m tired from the long trip, so I snuggle in to bed for a good nap. At least we’re not floating; that’s an improvement!
I’m here several days; I lose track of time (I sleep a lot). My staff come and go to feed me and to sleep. I can get used to this; I’m flexible. Not to be. Just as suddenly as we arrive, I’m back in the cage for another long car ride. I’m not as quiet this time. Finally, we exit the car and I’m in a cart rolling down a ramp. I’m getting a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, the blanket is removed, the cage door opens and I’m back in this floating steel tube! RATS!!
Storm, the “not so optimistic” cat