Holidays and Hell - Part 2
It had been a week in hell at “The house of cages”, and they’d fiddled around with his plumbing and incarcerated him for over a week.
But then the two “best humans” finally turned up again. Into the dreaded prison box, but then delivery. Finally home again! But they hadn’t removed that tortuous collar, most annoying. Every time he tried to go through a door or rub up against something - BONK!
It had been so nerve wracking that week, that he just couldn’t get enough cuddles and good old homegrown loving. Follow them around, don’t let them out of your sight, don’t let this happen again, please! But they weren’t quite finished yet, two wonderfull days back on his bed and it was into that box again. Will this never end? This time it was a short trip to the guy in the green overalls. They trapped him and held him forcibly on a table and had a really big fiddle with his back end. He complained bitterly and considered an all out attack at this unpleasant intrusion, but that just didn’t seem to help anymore, and they seemed to be doing it in his own interest. Surely this must end sometime? Then into the box again, back in the noisy motor and then HOME AGAIN AND THE COLLAR WAS OFF! Things were getting GOOD again. Now, let’s get back on that bed again and get down to some serious cuddles and head bumpies!
That’s better!
Our week in Spain had been rather dampened by the terrible weather, but we had met another lovely Pet Talker, eaten loads of lovely Tapas and seen some great places. It’s always a problem when we’re away - How’s the cat, is he allright, and this time, will his operation be successfull? One has to put such thoughts out of ones head, but it can be difficult sometimes. The worst bit is when we come home and have to wait until the next day to pick him up. The house seems so EMPTY without him, and he’s just a few miles away locked up in a cage. We just can’t wait untill the next morning to rush off and fetch him.
Every time he goes through such awful dramas, he attaches himself a little closer to us. I remember when he was a little kitten in the back yard, it was impossible to get within a yard of him, but after he had been caught and taken to hospital for his castration, he became just a bit friendlier, and would even allow us to stroke him. This latest drama has obviously been very tough on him, and he has become super dependant on our nearness now. He won’t leave us alone for a minute, and he has learned a lot more about talking and communicating with humans. He has actually become a real chatterbox, and complains very loudly at the slightest excuse, a thing he very rarely did before. Has he learnt this from the other cats? He has already retaken all his old territory, Johns’ stomach and Randis’ pillow are now his property again, but he has also found that lying under the duvet in the warmth is also a really good new way to pass quality time.
We’re not quite sure how he’s taking to the new plumbing, he has been sitting in his box a lot today - and constantly washing himself. Let’s hope he’s getting used to the new system. He constantly asks to be let out in the yard again, but there’s no way when he’s in the condition he is now. He has also become much braver when we get visitors, wanders right past them and regards them with disdain. Before all this, he would have fled into the bedroom immediately. So I suppose that’s some sort of progress!
john
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