Hey SK fans, I KNEW I was in trouble when my pub came down from the attic carrying my pink travel bag. Last time I hopped in there, and it was willingly, I expected to be dropped off at cat camp. I was looking forward to seeing all my furriends, as I guess we call each other, taking a few cat naps, scoring some homegrown cat nip and singing with the other cat campers until all hours.
But, to my horror, we were not going to camp that time at all! I ended up at some evil vet office and was pierced with needles and who knows what. There was blood.
Nope, my pub was not fooling me today. I saw that Bag and like Pavlov’s dog, knew what was next. I hid under the dining room table. She will never find me there. But she did. I guess I was not original. But she could not get me. Ah ha, I was going nowhere!
What was this? I hear the unmistakable beat of kibble landing harmoniously in my food dish. Aaah, move over Beethoven, nothing makes sweeter music than my food meeting my bowl. But wait, it’s not time to eat. Must be a special occasion. I don’t want to miss a good time or a meal!
Nabbed!!! Oh, that was mean, low and sneaky. I won’t forget this.
I whine all the way to the evil vet’s office, drowning out Adam whatshisname and the rest of the Counting Crows. Who’s counting, anyway?
Hey, look, it’s Camp Fresh Pond. No cruel vet. I didn’t see this coming, then again MAD did bring down his suitcase the other day and tossed his international adapter inside (along with some other things.) I should pay more attention.
I guess he leaves for the UK in the predawn hours tomorrow, and my pub is driving him even earlier to the airport. I guess they’re taking this relationship thing seriously. You really have to like someone to do an airport run. You must really love them if you do it before dawn. I knew it would work out.
My pub explained that she won’t be around enough to guarantee I will be fed. I happen to like eating, so I am glad they opted for cat camp. They are dropping me off here tonight because the counselors do not do check ins at 3 am
But could they pick a worse day for me to go camping? It’s pouring outside, giant puddles everywhere, not to mention it is now thundering and lightening. For added charm, we still have ice and snow on the ground. She got MAD these nipper boots, but I don’t see any for me. Hmmmm.
Oh good, I will be in one of the kitty cottages. I am looking forward to catching up with old friends here. Next time I won’t be so quick to run away when my camp bag comes into sight.
Btw, as if my pub had nothing else to do, i.e. taxes, clean out her car, etc., she started a. Facebook page for me so we can keep in touch while I am camping. (This camp has wifi.) Friend me at Louisa May Alcatt.
Have a good weekend, xo, LMA