Happy Valentines Day....I think. Ok, so here I am, day 5 of my captivity. I heard the cats here had a blog, so once I got briefed on what a blog is, I convinced Cory to let me take over for the day. I haven't really met her yet, we are just passing notes under the door.
I have been hanging out in this great yard for a couple of years. I used to have a home because I used to have a collar and a bell. That is why the man here started referring to me as "Bojangles"...because I jangled. Whatever dude. My name is not Bojangles. You need to figure that out. So the nice lady who has been giving me nice canned food every morning totally betrays my trust and traps me in this horrific metal cage. I had to stay in there for what seemed like forever. They say it was only like 2 minutes, but you try sitting in one of them and tell me what you think.
I'm then stuck in this room, and I'm thinking maybe it's ok because I can look out the window and its warm...but then on Friday morning when I'm perfectly happy sleeping under the couch, I'm ambushed and the lady actually picks up the couch and the man grabs me and stuffs me in a box! I am then taken against my will to this place...where they had to give me drugs to sedate me. I'm told that they examined me, scanned me, stole my blood and then gave me deworming medicine, clipped my claws, flea dipped me, shaved off some mats, gave me an antibiotic shot and found what they called "hoohas". I know I'm furry but if you asked I could have told you I had them. Really.
So anyway, now I'm back in the room. These people say they are happy because my blood test shows I'm negative for FIV and Leukemia. I just have an upper respiratory infection. I could have told them that if they just asked. Now my hoohas are going to be scheduled to be :choke: removed once I recover from my illness. I'm all snuffly and icky from my cold, but they say that should only last a short while. The Dr. who saw me today said I'm about 3-4 years old, which the man here said makes sense because when he first saw me cruising for his catnip that was about 2 1/2 years ago.
They are talking about giving me a "real" name since Bojangles, Mr. B, etc. was just my "cat passing through the yard name".
Whatever... it's Valentines Day and there are 5 lady cats on the other side of the door and I can do nothing about it! Someone at some point in my life left me to fend for myself. I will see if I can open my heart again.
Signed "Bojangles" aka BJ, aka Mr. B