Cat Tales #9: The Good, The Bad and the What the Hell Is Going On?!

I am in the process of moving to San Diego. After reading this, I have a feeling the two or three day drive cross-country might be a little stressful for Stella and Alo.

 

April 6^th, 2008 A.D.C.

 

Entry #9: The Good, The Bad, and the What the Hell Is Going On?!

 

All holy cat-hell has broken loose since I last spoke to you all. In fact, originally this entry was going to be about how my balance is so superior and how I liked to show it off by jumping on to the top of a door. But as I was in the middle of telling you just how I did it, Two Legs brought home new toys for Alo and I to play in. The fun quickly ended, though, when they were used for other purposes. Two Legs has a tendency to be a killjoy sometimes.

 

(Poster’s Note: I needed those boxes for packing. I’m not that mean.)

 

As more toys came and went, other things around the house started disappearing, too. The amount of trouble and level of possible human-annoyance both decreased significantly, and Alo was acting kinda weird. I don’t know what his past experiences are with this but it was as if he knew what was going on. He did what all cats do when in distress: find a corner or a place where no one can find you. I wasn’t worried at the time, though, so Alo took a few hits to his Cool Cat Factor. Looking back, I probably should’ve been at least a little concerned.

 

 

Then the time came where Alo and I were thrown in the small room where one of our bathboxes are. Alo was not happy at all about it but what can we do? We don’t have any thumbs. We were in that room for about the length of a catnap or two but neither of us could nap. Two Legs and his pals were making too much noise. Eventually the noises stopped and we were let out of the room. At this time, I was starting to worry a bit. I mean, I was cool and all but all that noise was out of the ordinary. When the door opened, Alo took off for a corner and I ran for my favorite spot, under the big fluffy thing Two Legs spends a lot of time sitting on.

 

(Poster’s Note: Apparently now I’m both mean AND lazy.)

 

 However, it wasn’t there. That confused me so I tried to find something else to get under just to get a second to think but everything was gone. I don’t know what all that noise was and I have no clue where all that stuff went. I still don’t, in fact. However, Two Legs didn’t make enough noise, I guess, to destroy some things. A lot of those stupid fake mice and our comfy resting apparatus’ are left.

 

 

So Two Legs and his friends leave for a little bit, leaving Alo and me to explore what somehow quickly became empty living quarters. This was not acceptable. What was I going to stretch on? Where will I be able to go to get away from it all? And why does it sound like seven other me’s when I speak?

 

(Poster’s Note: Seven other… oh! I think she’s talking about the echo. I had hardwood floors.)

 

The next thing I know Alo and I are placed in those boxes that always lead to the place where the people with the long coats are and where they poke and prod and prick you with needles. I talked about this place in the fourth entry so go read it after this if you haven’t yet. So Alo and I are placed in the thing that moves and shakes and makes me feel kinda sick to my stomach. I hear Two Legs ask how we’re doing and if we’re “ready to go.” I didn’t like the sound of that so I expressed my disapproval and tried to explain how if things didn’t go back to the way it was, and soon, I can’t make any promises about the future. Two Legs, as always, misunderstood me and kept going. It’s tough being cute.

 

 

After a while I realized Alo and I were stuck with it so there was no use in trying to change the situation. Besides, I don’t think Two Legs heard us anyway. Finally the shaking thing stopped and we were removed from that nauseating contraption. Two Legs and his friend carried us in to a completely new environment, then opened up the door to our tiny confinement spaces. Neither of us wanted out, nor were we budging any. Two Legs eventually tipped the confinement to where gravity took over and we were dumped out of it. Our noses were shown where our bathbox was and where our food was, then we were set free. Alo took off for a corner behind something and I quickly found familiar territory: under a different looking fluffy thing.

 

I grew a bit bored of that after a while and decided to explore a little bit. I poked me head out from where I was, heard Two Legs say hi, and felt a little better. I asked him if the coast was clear and he reached out his hand. I took a few sniffs, then checked out the other humans in the room. They passed my approval check so I let Alo know he could come out of hiding if he wanted. He apparently didn’t so I decided to move on without him.

 

I’ve come to like the new place, though I have a sinking feeling this won’t last long. How do I know this? Call it cat-tuition.

 

(Poster’s Note: I’d like to point out that “cat-tuition” actually passed Spell Check.)

 

In the next entry I’ll tell you about the place we sleep in now. I like it but I do still miss the old stomping grounds. So until the next time, I leave you with a quote from Sir Compton MacKenzie.

 

 

“The only mystery about the cat is why it ever decided to become a domestic animal.”

Reviews

[Morgan A Lynch]

so let me get this you guys moved.. hummm i cant wait until i hear abou the new place..lol..

[Bethany Woody]

Oooo a little mystery at the end here this time. Where exactly are Stella and Alo now? And will they ever find their way back tot he old stomping ground or is it gone for good? How will they adjust to their new surroundings, their new home(maybe)?
I think this is shaping up into one heck of a great series and I can't wait to read the next entry from Stella. Maybe she will find some new doors to balance on or something even better, the laundry line perhaps?

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

fantastic piece - great addition to the cat tales :)