Not the man I nearly was

I went to see the nice vet man again the other day. I was a bit upset with the babes because the night before that they took my biscuits and water away when we went to bed - and they know I like to have little snacks sometimes - AND they didn't give me a single thing to eat or drink in the morning. Maybe they got confused or forgot, I don't really know, but it wasn't very nice as I was quite peckish and a bit dehydrated I think.

Anyway, quickly that morning she babe took me to the vet man. We went in her car for a change and it was fun. It's small and quite sporty and I like the noise it makes. I think I looked good in it, because it's red with a black roof and I'm black with white feet - although it did feel a bit girlie; I think I'm more of a 'Disco' man, like he babe. The vet man took me out of my mobile home and looked at my bottom (I wish he wouldn't keep doing that) and said he was just checking that I had the bits he needed. She said 'oooooh' when he said that. He said something about her coming back for me later and then SHE LEFT ME THERE! Well that was a first. Hmmm. Well, he put me on his table and the nurse came in too and the next thing I knew I was waking up! So I must have fallen asleep on his table! How embarrassing - I hope I didn't snore! I must have been so tired after not eating and drinking and driving in a fast car. For some reason I felt a bit floppy and a bit stingy and they gently put me on the nice cushion in my mobile home for a lie down. Soon after that she babe turned up to take me home. It was all a bit strange. I don't really know why I went there, but it broke the day up a bit I suppose.

She babe was very gentle with me when we got home and she'd made a nice bed for me on the sofa - but I wasn't really in the mood for that. I was HUNGRY for crying out loud! So I ran into the kitchen and had some biscuits and a little water. I still felt really tired though, and a bit uncomfortable, so I took it easy for the rest of the day and had lots of cat naps (hey!, that's funny!). It was a bit painful getting in and out of the cat flap to the back room too, so I didn't do much garden watching. Never mind. One day couldn't hurt.

It seemed to get dark really quickly that day. I felt like I'd only been up for a couple of hours and then it was dark again. Maybe some days are shorter than others. Either that or I lost a few hours somewhere.

A couple of days later he babe put a cat flap in the door to the garden and showed me how to use it. I couldn't believe it! I thought it must be a trick! But no, I was finally allowed into the garden, on my own, and could come in and go out again whenever I liked! I could run up trees, jump over the fence, chase the birds I'd been watching all these weeks... even run away if I wanted to...

The funny thing is, though, I sort of miss being out in the garden with the babes. I felt safe with them there and knew they'd rescue me if I got stuck somewhere, or find me if I got lost. So, I've decided, I'm just going to take it slowly for a little while and get a proper feel for things. I tend to stick to the edges by the fence and sit under the chairs with pots on; or I sit next to the cat flap so if I need to run in quickly I can. I don't much like running around on the grass 'cos there's nowhere to hide, but I quite like the way it feels and tickles my toes. I particularly like it when it rains! I could watch it for hours and it makes my coat extremely soft. I make sure I'm in when they get home from being out all day which they really like, so I think I should do that, and generally it's working out quite well.

I have had an upset tummy this week and it's been coming out of both ends a bit - but at least I have so far managed to make it to the litter tray in time. She babe keeps saying 'He's not himself...' (but she doesn't say who I am) and 'I think he's losing weight.' Oh good! The babes think I might have eaten something I shouldn't but I don't know. I wish I did know so I could make sure I didn't eat it again. They said 'he seems alright in himself' (I wish they'd make their minds up) so they won't call the vet yet, but they're 'keeping an eye' on me. They just get stranger and stranger.

And, just to punish me for not being 'himself', they shut the bedroom door this morning! I knew something was up when she took my hammocky off the radiator in the bedroom and hung it over the one in the kitchen! It's hardly the same is it - and I don't even sleep on that during the day, I like to sleep on their bed thank you very much! And I especially like it when I've been outside in the rain and I can charge through the flat and jump on the duvet to warm up and dry out. I thought they'd quite like my little muddy footprints everywhere - they look sweet, especially on the pillows - like a pattern (I think it's an improvement personally). He wanted to shut the kitchen door too so I couldn't even run up and down the hall but at least she said no to that 'cos I've got my little igloo out there and there's a carpet that I like to scratch.

They're just being mean to me and they're spoiling my fun. It's SO unfair!

I've just had a thought... I wonder if the chipping and pinning thing they kept mentioning a while ago had anything to do with the visit to the vets... hmmm. I wonder.

OK, back to bird watching.

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