People suck
I knew something was up because Pretty Lady hadn't stopped moving around The World for weeks, putting things in hiding cubes. I was just glad that the boy, AKA Los Stinkos, seemed to have finally left and Pretty Lady and I had The World to our selves.
His smell had almost faded away when Pretty Lady left one night right after Run Behind the Couch Time and came back with him.
He slept a little while with that loud FREAKING purr of his, then some smellier humans made the door hiss and Sir Stinkalot let them in and locked me in the sand box room.
Pretty Lady broke me out of there later on and I discovered that all of the things in The World had been hidden in hiding cubes. They were taped so I couldn't even poke my head in to see if things still smelled the same, believe me, I tried.
Pretty Lady then grabbed me and stuffed me in a bag I could sort of see out and they took me out of The World to some place that was definitely not the bum poking, needle prodding place. Once I got there, I decided to go under the covers of the bed. Don't tell anyone, but that's where I hide. I'm completely invisible to humans there, it's awesome.
So, I figure this is all they had up their sleeves, and soon we'd just go back to The World where things are normal, Pretty Lady feeds me, Das Slobben sits on the couch and stinks, and each morning I get some Sit In The Sun Time.
Anyway, I was WAY wrong.
So apparently, this was just a prelude to torture. Today they stuffed me in the bag, took me to a place I now call The Land of Uptight Humans.
There, they took me out of the bag, then stuffed me back in again. Then brought me to a room with more people than had ever seen before. So I said, enough of this s***, they're going to get a piece of my mind. So I start yelling at them. And yelling. And yelling.
That was apparently some type of signal for Stinkford and Pretty B**** to gang up on me and stuff some kind of mind altering substance down my throat.
Anyway, long story short, I have no idea where I am right now, but I can tell that Stinky McSmellyfoot and The Girl are acting like everything is normal even though NOTHING smells right here except THEM. And I don't mean that as a compliment. I'm going to hide for a few days.
His smell had almost faded away when Pretty Lady left one night right after Run Behind the Couch Time and came back with him.
He slept a little while with that loud FREAKING purr of his, then some smellier humans made the door hiss and Sir Stinkalot let them in and locked me in the sand box room.
Pretty Lady broke me out of there later on and I discovered that all of the things in The World had been hidden in hiding cubes. They were taped so I couldn't even poke my head in to see if things still smelled the same, believe me, I tried.
Pretty Lady then grabbed me and stuffed me in a bag I could sort of see out and they took me out of The World to some place that was definitely not the bum poking, needle prodding place. Once I got there, I decided to go under the covers of the bed. Don't tell anyone, but that's where I hide. I'm completely invisible to humans there, it's awesome.
So, I figure this is all they had up their sleeves, and soon we'd just go back to The World where things are normal, Pretty Lady feeds me, Das Slobben sits on the couch and stinks, and each morning I get some Sit In The Sun Time.
Anyway, I was WAY wrong.
So apparently, this was just a prelude to torture. Today they stuffed me in the bag, took me to a place I now call The Land of Uptight Humans.
There, they took me out of the bag, then stuffed me back in again. Then brought me to a room with more people than had ever seen before. So I said, enough of this s***, they're going to get a piece of my mind. So I start yelling at them. And yelling. And yelling.
That was apparently some type of signal for Stinkford and Pretty B**** to gang up on me and stuff some kind of mind altering substance down my throat.
Anyway, long story short, I have no idea where I am right now, but I can tell that Stinky McSmellyfoot and The Girl are acting like everything is normal even though NOTHING smells right here except THEM. And I don't mean that as a compliment. I'm going to hide for a few days.
POOR AMANDA!! Was it really that bad of a trip for her on the plane?
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HILARIOUS! I think moving to CA was just a cover for starting a new career in comedy...
Poor pet, I hope life gets better soon!
Kim
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I have to say Amanda was actually really good traveling. I had no problem carting her from the apartment to the hotel, hotel to the apartment, and apartment to the hotel. She was able to adapt pretty fast to her new surroundings. After I went through security, she started crying and pacing in the carrier, so I decided that before we got on the plane we would drug her. Her cry is very quiet, so unless you were sitting next to her with your ear to the floor you couldn't hear her. Everyone who noticed that we had a cat in the airport was so surprised. The all had the same comment: “I could NEVER get my cat to travel. She would howl.” I must say that made me feel better. She cried a little down to JFK, but by the time we landed the drugs had kicked in and she was kneading in her carrier. She was an angel on the way to Burbank, and even slept in the car on the way to our apartment. The drugs wore off by early afternoon, so she could explore her new (temporary) home. I think she's back to normal: she's eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom fine. She even snuggled with me in bed last night. I don't think she'll have a problem being a "[Antelope] Valley" cat!
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I hope she doesn't start saying 'like meow'!
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You people are so weird. You're even stranger in CA.
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Uncle Chuck, what did you do to your poor cat? That was a really funny story, if you aren't the cat. I miss you. Call me soon.
Richie
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