So far we are still alive. We've managed to realize that the people
here are not trying to kills us......yet.
It does seem like they are keeping us alive for some reason. They take
us out and put us on the scale every morning, and will occasionally
move us so our cage can be cleaned. But they haven't gotten to
torturing us like they do with the other animals, yet. I felt so sorry
for this one cat. She had such a long lovely coat and they shaved her
all over and then gave her a bath. I hope that doesn't happen to us.
Imp seems to be permanantly curled into a ball. I had to bap him last
night because he was whispering in his sleep, "There are no vets, there
are no vets" altered with "There's no place like home, there's no place
like home." Hmph, at least I think he's getting used to using that
puny litter tray they give us. He wet himself and the blanket again
yesterday and we got pulled out of the cat and put into another one and
were without a warm blanket for what seemed like forever.
I hear Mayhem crying occasionally and I see that she is taken out to be
put on the scale every morning too.
The food here is edible, but just barely. It smells like gooshy, but
looks far to hideous to be such. I was so hungry that I managed to
munch on some of it, but i miss my gooshy food.
Some of the cats here are prisoners only temporarily. They come in the
morning and are put into cages, but then get rescued by their hoomins
at the end of the day. That shows a little bit of hope, meaning my
hoomin might come back soon to rescue us.
I've tried pushing against the door to my cage, but it is locked fast.
There's some sort of clip on it that locks the cage and you need to
have opposable thumbs in order to operate it. Darn! The cage is
metal, so there's no hope of digging out.
The only thing I can think of is to maybe play dead. That way when
they open the cage I can make a break for it. The timing will need to
be crucial since i don't want to try to make my escape while there are
d*gs around. They seem to be prisoners too, but most of them are to
dumb to realized anything.
Will contemplate more on this escape plan later. Right now, I need to
take a much needed bath.
Mischief
Adrian - 31 Jul 2005 12:29 GMT
> So far we are still alive. We've managed to realize that the people
> here are not trying to kills us......yet.
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> Mischief
They'll let you go home eventually. Wile you're there, plan your
revenge.

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Gabey8 - 01 Aug 2005 12:37 GMT
[[They'll let you go home eventually. Wile you're there, plan your
revenge.]]
Exactly. There's nothing like a good guilt trip. Like the time I had to
board Harmony (RB) for a few days because DH and I were taking a trip.
When we got back, we went to pick her up from the vet's office. Surprise.
Harmony turned into Kitty-zilla and wouldn't let anybody take her out of
the cage. They had to call me to go upstairs personally and retrieve her.
And this behavior was from a cat who normally HID when strangers came in
the house. Well, THAT day she wasn't hiding. She was mad at the world.
Then she complained every time we stopped for a red light or a stop sign
on the way home. :o) I used to laugh -- on the way TO the vet's she'd meow
and complain the whole way. But on the way home, she only would raise an
objection when the car came to a stop. Trying to explain that there are
things called traffic laws and that the car HAD to come to a halt in some
situations had no measurable effect... she wanted to be HOME and this
stopping-the-car nonsense was delaying Her Royal Fuzziness's wish from
being acted upon.
Anyway, I'm sure you can plot out a lonnnng list of ways to lay a good
guilt trip on your Meowmy. Harmony was pretty creative about it and she
wasn't a hoolicat by trade. :o)
Donna, Captain, and Stanley