Day 28, Introducing a friend
I've been feeling under the weather lately, and it seems my ear infection might have been the tip of the iceberg. The humans are keeping me in medical and making me eat medicine. Blergh! My friends from the office have been here to visit through the day, and at first I thought they would give me more icky stuff. Thankfully, they just brought food and cuddles.
I'm used to having space to roam around and choose a comfortable spot to chill, and now I'm stuck in here. On the bright side, there is really small litter box that's almost like a cardboard box, so I've been using that as a bed. They gave me a real bed, but I like the box better.
Anyway, I meowed with my journal-helper, and we decided to let one of my friends guest write in the journal. I picked Tina, because she's cute. She had problems both holding a pen and typing, so I persuaded one of the purrsons in the office to help her use the computer. Here she is:
Tina: When Sonny approached to ask if I wanted to guest-write, I was terrified. He told me it was easy and all I had to do was pick a pen I liked. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to hold a pen when you don't have thumbs? I tried holding it between my paws, just like he showed me, but it didn't work out. Wonder if that's why Hemingway's cats had more toes than us regular kitties? Maybe they really wrote for him? Anyway, Sonny found me an assistant.
I'm nine years old, and I came to Cat Depot in August. I love snuggles, sitting on a purrson's lap, naps, and food. The two-legged ones say I like food a little too much and that I'm getting chubby, but that's just slander. They also say I'm special needs because I need a special diet. Definitely slander: I think I should be eating tuna and treats all day long.
Because of this diet thing, I'm not supposed to be in the pods with the other kitties. Not because they could get into my food, but because the two-legged ones think I would steal regular cat food. Again, slander. What do they think I am? A cat burglar?
I worry I might be in this kitty-hotel for a while, because I'm hard to find. I live in the conference room together with Koda. He's black and agile, and thinks he's some kind of panther or something. The bright side of rooming with him is he excels at purrsuading humans to come visit us.
What else? I got to meet Santa during the big 'doption event last weekend. I whispered my list to him.
He said he'd see what he can do about getting me a home for the holiday, but he wasn't sure about the hundred cans of tuna I wanted. According to him, it's too much fish for one girl, 'specially for a girl who's supposed to be on a diet. What's up with that?
Speaking of food, it's time for my afternoon snack, so I have to go. Maybe I'll get to talk to you again later, if Sonny will let me share.
~ Tina ~