Our food in not on our tray!
Our beds are in disarray!
Our favorite toys are put away!
My Oh My What a Day!
Dad told us he was putting a bit of polish on the place but who knew that it would be so, so... MEOW!
Dad has been bagging and boxing and moving and making all too much ruckus. A week it has been going on. Then today it was over. Or we thought it was. Whew, finally a rest. We line up for our evening treats and ZIP,we were all put in those strange cat boxes with lids and carted off. You can bet your tails we were singing the Cat-Blues
We all thought for sure we were going to get the needle and stuff. Imagine our surprise when we were let out and it was not the V-E-T place. We were all on a call to Ceiling Cat as it was very strange. Then we noticed that at least it smelled a bit like Dad. Fitz and Buttens meowed that they had been here before. They said it was a "Foster Room" that Dad is now using as an office. Well Whoopee! It is not home! We are trying to put a good paw forward and chill. Purr for us!
Of course Rumpy is already making like he is boss.
|He Dad, is this your chair! No more!|
|At least we have Bird-TV.|
It seemed a bit small at first but then we all found the cat-chute into another room. That seems like a quiet place all full of Dad stuff with lots and lots of hiding spots.
Well thats the story. Will try and keep you infurmed about whats up with all this crazyness. At least Dad is sleeping with us on the chair. He tries to be good to us, I guess.
Homeless Timmy and Family.