October 18, 2011 § 6 Comments
Where am I?
After 14 years in the same house, I have been uprooted and sent away to a new, strange place that has absolutely none of my favorite places to sleep.
First of all, I had to ride in a car, in my carrier, and I hate the car. And the carrier. When I see it, I immediately want to cry and run away.
So I do. The car and the carrier just mean I’m going to the vet and the last time I went there, they took my tail.
A word to the wise: don’t go to the vet. You will only leave with most of you.
Now everyone calls me Stumpy. Well, I imagine they would if I ever went outside anyway. But I don’t. Which is why riding in the car is the worst. Trees whizzing past, sunshine, odd smells- it’s enough to make an indoor cat come completely undone.
So I do. I scream the entire drive. And sometimes hiss at nothing except my situation. No matter how much Natalie tells me, “Zoya, it’s okay” in that voice I usually like, that I will survive, I don’t believe it. I scream like I am being driven to my end. Even when Natalie tries meowing at me, she just sounds ridiculous. Someone make her stop.
Upon arrival to this new house, I immediately sniffed about a bit and made my way under the couch, where I have scarcely left since. Good thing Natalie put my food in the living room- it’s like having a buffet right next to your bed. Maybe I do like her after all.
We’ll see how this goes. I have habits, routines to stick to. I am 80 years old, for pete’s sake- I’m getting too old for this stuff.
I just hope I can find the little kitten’s room. ‘Cause that’s not in the living room.