Well, I'm back. I had to be cut open - momma says I had stones in my bladder. Well, I don't know how they got in there since I didn't eat any stones, but they are gone now. And ya would think I would get to be free now, but now. I are locked up - in some kind of dog crate nightmare! I am not a dog. Momma says my puppy play pen are on the way and hopefully I'll like that better. WHAT? I'm not a puppy! I'm a cat and I want to go sleep in my basket on top of momma's trunk. But she says I can't jump for a whole MONTH and that I just gotta get over it. Get over it? I had my legs shaved, my belly shaved and cut into, I gotta wear dis dumb plastic satellite dish on my head, and I are stuck in a dog crate. It are just RIDICULOUS. And I even wuz nice to the vets, I made em all fall in love wif me. Seriously, they were telling momma what a good cat I wuz and how I wuz just wonderful and a lot better than the other cat at the surgery center. Momma says I'm not quite worth my weight in gold, but apparently I am worth two to three times my weight in silver. Yeah, she thinks she's a comedian. But seriously, you'd think good behavior would earn me freedom, but no.
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
Home, But Locked Up!
And there's Bowie sitting in a basket. SO unfair!
And Angelique sitting way up high in her room. I want to be up high! I want to be in a basket! I want FREEDOM! Momma says I can get free for her birthday - WHAT?? I'll never make it to Thanksgiving. I've been on a bit of a hunger strike since coming home. But it are hard to be Gandhi when that food duz smell pretty good . . . maybe I'll work on tunneling out a la The Great Escape or The Shawshank Redempshun.