Am I still alive? Miss Patchy suggested the title for this
page, but I don’t really know what it means.
She says that a journey is like a trip.
Well, what is a trip? Anyway, we
had an awful ordeal, Miss Patchy and I.
We were put into our boxes every morning and taken to the car to roll
away somewhere. It was so scary! Sometimes I tried so hard not to get into the
box, but Miss Patchy said that Mom and Dad will always win that fight, and she
was absolutely right. I hated all those
little houses where we lived for the night.
They smelled funny and they were small, and I just wanted to be back
home, where I felt safe. I hated rolling
in the car, too. Mostly Miss Patchy and
I slept when we were in the car, so I don’t remember a lot of it.
First, there was all
the packing away of familiar things, and the loss of our furniture. Where did it go and why? Now I understand it a little better, since we
seem to be at home in a new place. It is
much bigger than those little places where we stayed the nights. I feel a little safer now, except for the
other cats who also live here. The one
named Mr. Purr is very frightening. He
says he is the boss here and I need to just stay out of his way and do whatever
he says. Miss Patchy says that she knew
him a long time ago. She didn’t like him
then and she doesn’t like him now, but she’s not really afraid of him. She fights with him, although not so much
anymore. She is very brave. I wish I could be like her. One reason I don’t like him much is that he
yells all the time. Miss Patchy said
that he didn’t used to yell and that maybe he can’t hear too well. That might be right, since sometimes I come
right up to him and he doesn’t notice until he actually sees me and then he is
very startled. Wow! I would hate it if I couldn’t hear. Maybe he’s not such a bad guy after all.
The other cat is
called Millie and I like to intimidate her.
Miss Patchy said that’s what I do, but I don’t really know that
word. Anyway, when we meet, I hiss at
her and she mostly runs away and I chase her, except for sometimes when she
hisses back. It is fun. Sometimes, Millie even comes right in front
of me, teasing me. It’s a good game.
At first it was very
cold in this new house, and Miss Patchy and I spent a lot of time in a wall,
refusing to come out, even sometimes we didn’t eat. That is very unusual for Miss Patchy, but not
so much for me. Finally, things are
getting warmer, and the windows are open sometimes. The windows here are much different from home,
and there are a lot more of them. They
look different, and there are a lot of things to see when I look out, plus they
are easier to get to. There are lots of
birds to watch. I wish I could get to
them, but again, there are screens, and I can’t get out. I have to be satisfied just to watch and
switch my tail, thinking about what I would do to them if I ever caught them. When I look out the windows, mostly all I see
are many brown stick-like things. I’m
not sure what they are.
What a terrible ordeal
we have gone through. I just can’t stop
thinking about being in the box for so long and staying in those horrible
little houses. Some of them were not so
terribly bad, but they just weren’t home.
Some of them smelled very bad and some were not very good. Some were not too bad, but home is best. Will we ever be home again? Miss Patchy says that we probably won’t ever
be in the Phoenix home again. She has
some experience, and thinks that we are probably in our new home now.
I was very frightened
the other day. Once again, we were put
into the boxes, both of us. We went to
the car and rolled away. I thought for
sure we would end up in one of those awful little houses for the night, but
instead, we went to see the vet. Almost
as bad, but at least we went home when we were done there. The vet poked and prodded until I thought I
would go crazy. Then she gave me a
shot. Miss Patchy got the same. What is happening now? I think we have to go back again later on. Mom and Dad are talking about flying
somewhere. Well, we don’t have wings, so
I don’t think we will be flying anywhere any time soon. I talked to Miss Patchy about this, but she
says I shouldn’t be so sure about things.
She says that Mom and Dad have talked about flying here and flying
there, and they don’t have wings.
Hm-m-m-m! We will have to think
about this for a while to see if we can figure it out.
Maybe if I play with
some toys, I can think better. My mind
will be clearer.
Regards,
Mina
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