Back Again

            I haven’t felt much like playing lately.  We spent a couple of days at the new place to live, but we didn’t like it at all.  I found a cozy place in the half kitchen room, right behind the cabinets.  It was a little hard to get out of, but it was worth it.  No one could get to me there, or so I thought.

            We didn’t like the place because it smelled bad and had some gritty dust all over it.  The dust is what was smelling bad.  There were lots of dogs around outside last night, and we didn’t like that either.  All the windows were closed, too.  It was awfully lonely without Mom and Dad.  We’ve stayed alone before, but in our own home, so it wasn’t so terribly bad.  We still had familiar things around us for comfort.  Miss Patchy says she thinks that they don’t love us anymore.  I’m not so sure, but she could be right.

            Before they left to go home the second day, Dad got me out from behind the cabinet and put me in the carrier with Miss Patchy.  We were both pretty mad about that, and then riding in that car again.  The car stopped a couple of times and we thought that we were going to have a long trip again, like before.  However, the last time we stopped, we all got out and they took us back into the house again.  We’re not crazy to be back where Dad’s mother is, but it’s better than that awful new place to live.  They apologized to us and said we could stay at the house.  We will have to watch Dad’s mother, though; she is sneaky and always leaves the door open.  Sometimes I think she wants us to go outside, but I’ve been out there and it’s not all that great.  It was fun to chase the cat Mom calls Little Bit, but it’s a little scary out there, too.  There are lots of dogs barking all the time, especially at night.

            I would like to check out the kitchen, but when I am allowed out for a few minutes, the kitchen door is always closed.  I know it’s the kitchen, because I can smell food in there.  Miss Patchy doesn’t seem to care a lot, because she sleeps most of the time.  When we do go out of our rooms, most of the other doors are closed to us, so we really can’t explore at all.  I’m so bored in those two rooms.  I know every little tiny place and everything that is in them.  I have looked out the back window and the side window uncountable times.  There’s really nothing much to see out the side window, except for a wall and, occasionally, Little Bit or one of her friends as they walk through there.  Where will Little Bit live in the cold weather?  Mom says it will get very cold here.  Then I will be glad to be in these two rooms instead of outside with the outside cats.

            Well, I’m getting sleepy from boredom, and there’s nothing much to play with.  I can’t find ribbon, and Mom says that Dad’s mother doesn’t like my squeaky mice because they scare her.  She thinks they’re real when she first sees them.  She doesn’t like mice, I guess.  That’s too bad, because Miss Patchy says they taste pretty good.  Oh well, I guess there’s no accounting for tastes.

            I will take a nap and try to find something to play with later.  If I take a nice, long nap now, I can be awake when Mom is sleeping and maybe I can get her to play with me then.

Regards,

Mina