The ramblings of a cat |

The ramblings of a cat

I enjoy spending my days soaking up the warm rays in the window of my captors’ home. I am constantly taunted by the ever frantic chipmunks that seem to be mentally disturbed, as they run up and down, up and down the tree outside of my window.

Unbeknownst to my captors, I have them well trained. I am able to meow at all hours of the night for food or attention, and they oblige. I am constantly amazed at their compliance. Do they not know that this is just a silly game I play?

I recently had the scare of my life! I was sleeping in one of my favorite places (the clean clothes basket), when my captor scooped me up, unannounced. He placed me into a small plastic box with a jail-like door. I have seen this torturous box before, and promptly hid, avoiding the dangerous situation. This time my fate was sealed, I was not so lucky.

My captor put me in the car as I was screaming pleas of forgiveness for those late night games I play. He was trying to reassure me that everything was going to be OK, but I knew better, I can smell a rat (I mean, I’m a cat for goodness sake).

We arrived at our destination, and my captor promptly took me out of the car. I could not see much through the holes of the box, but I smelled the distinct, nasty smell of the canine, my biggest nemesis. We came inside and were immediately taken to a room. There was a sweet voice of a woman instructing my captor to open my new jail-like home and allow me to walk around.

I was unsure of what lay ahead for me but could not ignore the enchanting scent of the sought-after cat nip. Strangely enough, I also noticed that the stink of the canine had disappeared.

The strange woman in the room kindly offered me her sympathies for my stresses, and displayed a smorgasbord of yummy treats to help calm my nerves. She encouraged me to climb the inviting carpet-covered tower, and tried to entice me to participate in a game of “chase the feathers on a string” (as if she really thinks that I am so uneducated as to think this is a bird… I mean I’m a cat).

The nice lady put me on a plush heated pad and the doctor, as I heard him referred to, gave me an exam. After the exam was over, my captor spoke with the doctor person and I enjoyed a snack of cat nip and rolled around relaxed.

I was reserved about going back into the jail-like box, but was convinced I would be taken home, so OK. I do like cat nip.

Once we arrived home, I returned to my window to enjoy the warm sun and watch the mentally challenged chipmunks.

What began as one of the most frightening adventures of my life, turned into a tolerable (dare I say, pleasant) experience.

I will always be skeptical of that jail-like box, but now am convinced that my captor may have my best interest at heart.

Thank you to the kind technician and doctor person who made my experience at the animal hospital a tolerable one. Oh, and for the cat nip.

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