I've been in isolation for days and days and days...or so it seems. Ok, I was in isolation for 2 whole days. I've been blamed for the spread of the kitty cold that's been going around here. Seems my desire to lick and wash and fuss over everyone is preventing the containment of the germs. I've been called ::shudder:: Typhoid Mary. Can you believe the injustice of it all? All I do is be a good mother to everyone and this is the thanks I get? Locked in a room with only a couch and a bunch of chairs and a basket of cat toys and only 3 scratching posts and 1 cat bed...and only 1 large fleecy blanket and 3 large windows. Oh yeah there is the inflatable bed that mom and dad sleep on to keep me company. There ought to be a law. I finally sprung myself after causing so much fuss they felt sorry for me.
Come to think of it, the private litter box was kind of nice.
