You just cannot get the humans these days...
Waaay too early in the morning!
Take this morning: T got up at 5:30am to go to work. I looked after him as he shuffled out of the bedroom, the word 'fool' entering my mind, then put my head down and went back to sleep.
My hopes for another few hours of shuteye were dashed an hour later however, when R (who had been tossing and turning since 5am) decided to get up too. When she first got out of bed, I assumed she was just going to the toilet so stayed on the soft, warm bed, but no, she disappeared into the kitchen.
There was no way I was going to lie in bed when she was in the kitchen!
She says it's jet lag and is still on English time.
I would like this 'jet lag' to return to England please.
R and T got their bags out of the cupboards and started filling them with clothes. Then R ran around in circles doing a frenzied clean. Neither one of these things is a good sign; but together they spell trouble.
I tried to sneak into a bag, but this proved to be unsuccessful and I was spotted.
For the third time in about a month, my portable house came into play. Yet again, I fell into the trap of walking straight into it and R shutting the door behind me.
Whilst I was scolding myself for being so gullible, we moved. I found myself in the car, and two minutes later R was heaving me into The Vets.
I froze in absolute horror.
What would The Vets be taking from me this time?!
R placed my house on the desk and chatted away to the receptionist. I shifted to the back of my portable house...and found myself falling to the ground, landing upside down on the floor with a bang.
R picked up the cage in a panic and peered in, asking me if I was OK.
Of course I wasn't OK!
Not only was I in The Vets, fearing for the future of, well, beautiful me; but I had just fallen on my head!
Satisfied I wasn't injured, R then shoved her face against my door, uttered goodbye, and walked out of the door!
I could not believe it!
I spent the following nine nights having to share a room with up to six other cats. There were a couple of lovely ladies (of course they fell for my charms - I am Albie, after all!) and an old guy who wouldn't stop withering on about how things were better when he was young, as well as a guy my age who was just so annoying and spoilt. Not at all like me!
The humans at The Vets were really nice, and I soon had them eating out of my paw and gushing how wonderful I was.
It's true you know, I am wonderful!
I was by far the loudest in the place too.
Although The Vets hadn't been that bad and I had had lots of attention, I did love being home. I walked from R to T and back to R again, and then back to T again.
I do love my R and my T!
Hope you all have a very Happy, very Cornflake-full 2014 (Mmm...Albie's love cornflakes...).