This is Storm. You haven’t heard from me in a while. I’ve been sleeping a lot, praying when I open my eyes this nightmare will be over! You won’t believe what they’ve put me through. Scorching heat, a smoke-filled cabin (could hardly find my food bowl!), water INSIDE the cabin (bad enough that’s all I can see outside!)
I keep dropping hints that I’m OVER this crazy adventure: hiding inside under the blankets (even though the sun on the warm steel is tempting), yowling for attention after the staff go to bed (may have over done it last night; heard Jim say he’d throw my *ss in the dinghy – with a few other adjectives I won’t repeat), leaving little surprises right where they step out of bed :o , being VERY finicky (I won’t touch the food I loved yesterday).
They must be thick; they’re just not catching on! Please send me a one-way ticket home! This senior kitizen dreams of sunning on a porch firmly attached to the ground.
Thanks for your help,
Storm