I've had a really rough time of it lately. First I was getting used to hanging out in this room, eating good food and enjoying my private heater vent. Then a couple of days ago, I am forced into a box and hauled off to the scary place where I went about a week ago (where they stole my blood). I didn't go without a good fight, but they tossed a blanket over my head and I lost the battle. I was one pissed off cat.
When I woke up I was a bit sore and groggy. I'm over that now, but I have no desire to come out from behind the couch. Everything is blocked off so I can't get under the couch. In the meantime, I'm definitely getting the feeling I'm being wooed by a certain fluffy princess.
This morning she brought me a ball to play with, only she couldn't quite stuff it under the door.
Then her velvet paws and sweet face appear under the door. She is beautiful but I really don't feel much like conversation right now. I appreciate her efforts to get to know me, but I'm going to sulk behind my couch for a few more days.
When I woke up I was a bit sore and groggy. I'm over that now, but I have no desire to come out from behind the couch. Everything is blocked off so I can't get under the couch. In the meantime, I'm definitely getting the feeling I'm being wooed by a certain fluffy princess.
This morning she brought me a ball to play with, only she couldn't quite stuff it under the door.
Then her velvet paws and sweet face appear under the door. She is beautiful but I really don't feel much like conversation right now. I appreciate her efforts to get to know me, but I'm going to sulk behind my couch for a few more days.
