Still Sinking

Still Sinking
Originally uploaded by Bonnie & Victor Cats

Here I am, still sinking.
Vut are you sinking about?
Very funny, Victor.

I have a story for you. A tabby tale, so to speak. I allow my people up to two weeks vacation per year; it seems to improve morale. Well, one year they offered to put me up in a Cat Hotel. Ha! "Cat Hotel" indeed! It was a KENNEL, and a hovel at that.

Well, I did my time, working out my frustrations on the inadequate staff. Those poorly trained dog-lovers were easily intimidated by my snarls, growls, hisses, and swats. It's not like I was going to actually hurt anyone!

Sure, there was food and fresh water and the litter was clean, but confinement disagrees with me. Too many dogs, and no sink to lie in!

When the man FINALLY returned for me, I refused to let ANYONE take me from the cage but him. He's MINE, and he's the ONLY person I trust. Well, I gave him a piece of my mind for leaving me there; I meowed myself hoarse, listing their transgressions.

I made a new rule then and there: NO KENNELS. No "Cat Hotels". No "Boarding". There's no place like home. Ever since, when they dare to leave me, they've hired underlings to serve me in my home. Home is where my sink is.