Before the monster struck a fortnight ago, R and I had enjoyed a fun afternoon sweeping the leaves from the front path.
I watched as she swept; sometimes joining in and attacking the brush, other times chasing the crisp leaves as they escaped from the bag, and every so often giving in to the temptation and jumping in R's nicely swept pile of leaves, sending them in all directions
I loved working with R so much, I was not at all tempted to go off on my own! (Besides, it was only two hours before supper time, and one of these days I am sure R will give into my demands and feed me early...)
I tried to go for a walk with R the other day. I was so excited to see her outside on the street!
However, she didn't appear to share my happiness and, as I trotted along beside her up the street chatting away, she turned around and led me straight back to the house, up the stairs, and shut me inside.
I was a little hurt, but soon got over it and curled up on the cushion and had a nice little nap.
They say I'm like a dog, but I'm not - dogs are stupid! I'm not stupid at all!
Now I think about it, that was therefore a tad rude of them, wasn't it...?
However, right at this point in time, I am not in the best mood with R.
There I was, demanding supper the other night when, instead of feeding me, she put my portable home down on the floor.
My curiosity got the better of me. 'Ooh!'
I dashed inside, and R promptly shut the door on me.
But it got worse...
We went out in the cold air.
'Uh oh,' I thought. I knew from past experiences this kind of adventure never ended well...
Sure enough, we arrived at the place they call, 'The Vets'.
R didn't leave me there this time - which I guess was a good thing - but instead she let the vet-woman stick needles into me. Not one needle, but two!!!
I couldn't believe the cheek of them both!
Don't worry, I told them both what I thought of them!
Thankfully, it was all over relatively quickly and we were soon home, where R asked me if I felt like something to eat.
Er, of course I felt like supper!?! What a stupid question! I always feel like food!
I didn't even have the energy to ask for breakfast.
I did feel poorly!
But don't worry, by the afternoon I was feeling much better and demanding food and making up for lost miaowing time.
You will be pleased to hear I got R back the following night by playing in some loud paper bags in the bedroom and miaowing at 5am in the morning!