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The Cat Hotel
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I learned something very interesting this month about humans: they are really weird about bugs. I mean, really weird! I was playing with one on the kitchen floor one evening and just having a lot of fun, and my human starts freaking out. Then her boyfriend points at the kitchen light fixture and there are a whole bunch of dead ones inside it. That really upset her. |
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She had some "bug guy" come over and he said they were termites. Then he said something about a tent. I thought this sounded interesting, but I never did get to see this tent everyone was talking about. The humans made all sorts of preparations for the tent, though. They packed up the whole kitchen and bathroom and put the boxes in the garage, which apparently wasn't getting a tent. My human made a point of packing up "absolutely everything those cats put their mouths on." That meant, of course, all our toys. |
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She was amazed at how many we had! She said it was no wonder we are so spoiled, whatever that means. Like she's one to talk - she packed up all her dumb plush toys (we, um, put our mouths on them too), and they filled up a box four times the size of the one that held our cat toys. |
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She also packed up all our cat food and treats. Unfortunately she left the treats out overnight -
Binga found them and ate every last one.
A few days before the tent thing, my human did something really nasty to us - she packed us all up and took us to the emergency clinic. There wasn't even an emergency - someone who works with her boyfriend also works a shift there, and she gave us a bunch of shots. My human said we should be glad we went to the emergency clinic, which is only a few minutes from our home instead of some place all the way across town. Whatever. It was still a hateful experience.
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But nothing prepared any of us for what happened the day the tent thing was supposed to come. My cat tree got put outside and my human got out the cat carriers again.
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We were less than thrilled. In fact, Binga threw a fit. In fact, she threw a four-day fit, but more on that in a moment.
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So my human stuffed us in the cat carriers and dragged us over to some place called the "Cat Hotel." She said we should be really happy because it was costing her more per day than the motel room where she and her boyfriend were staying. Apparently this Cat Hotel is a really fancy place. I hear that Jay Leno's cat gets to come here sometimes. (Other than me, I didn't see any other famous cats while I was there, though.) Anyhow, my human brings us to this place and sticks us in this big cage. |
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It was kind of intriguing, especially since it didn't smell like a veterinary clinic or anything. But then I realized that my human was going to leave us there!
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