There I was, getting used to this funny little place that I’d been whisked away to a couple of weeks ago, when suddenly I’m scooped up and put back into the basket! Next thing I know I’m spending a few days with these other cats and dogs at some strange place. Can’t say I enjoyed it, but eventually Celia came back and rescued me! Tuna for supper, so they were feeling guilty at least.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand why I’m being moved around like this. Although I’m back at the place we were before, it’s a different appartment. It’s a bit bigger giving me more room for a run around, but I’m still not allowed out. The litter tray is quite a humilation!
We’re still in the country side! Four days now and after a little contre-temps with the bathroom door I’m a little more circumspect with respect to the place. There are funny noises and you never know what’s going to happen next.
I’ve found a good place to keep out of the way… and yes, I still am not allowed out!
It’s been a long time since I last bothered to report anything. It’s been quiet, nothing really happened. C and T were away for a little while a few months ago, but Phil made sure I got my food.
When they got back things seems to change, imperceptible at first, but they weren’t there a couple weekend, then there’d be discussions. Then they were gone again for another week and Phil looked after me again.
It all came to a head two weeks ago… boxes appeared! And within days the flat was taken over by boxes. While funny at first, it was quite odd, why would they do this?
Last Friday I got it in the neck - quite literally. THREE Injections! I hate going to the Vet - I knew it was coming up as the box appeared, the one in which they take me. No amount of struggling helped. Once back, I was having a little rest and suddently I was being whisked away again… odd. I found myself sharing a house with Dusty Dog again, he’s getting old now and doesn’t seem to want to play any more.
I thought I was to be abandonned again, but the next day T&C turned up again. It couldn’t all be bad. The next day however, I got bundled in the box again! Next I know it we’re driving for hours and eventually arrive in the middle of nowhere, but I’m not allowed out! Still T&C are with me, so it’s not that bad… let’s see what happens next.
As I said - it was all too quiet!
Jami (Hillenburg) Waggoner from Southern Indian writes he that from what he has been able to find, he has got a straight line back to Daniel through his dad’s family. If anyone has any other stories about the family, he (and I’m sure we all) wouild be pleased to hear about them.