Saturday, February 15, 2020
Did I ever tell you that I lived with Donna a week while Bonnie was gone last year and then another week while she was gone again? Well, I did. But once when Bonnie took me to visit Donna, there was a cat there! Yes, there was. And that cat's name was Sasha. We hissed at each other — only once — but we mostly just stared at each other across the room and never got close.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. When we got to Donna's, I looked carefully around her apartment. No cat anywhere, so I went to sit in the window while the two humans talked. They had tried to bribe me with treats, but I wasn't buying it. Nope, nope, nope.
On our way home, we stopped to talk to that woman at the desk again. And then ... then ... Bonnie walked right into a room full of women, who called to us. Half of them wanted to pet me and talk to me. Bonnie unzipped the carrier so I could look at them and they could rub my head. Okay, I admit that I enjoyed being petted. I like people. Except the loud ones. Oh, yeah, Tomoko was there in the room, and I know her. And Toni.
But it was a long day. What does Bonnie think I am? A therapy cat? When I got home this time, I ran first to my litter box, then nibbled some more of my food before taking another long sleep. Actually, I slept the night away.
Clawdia, 'til next time >^. .^<