Kitty Spa!

Kitties - I have just had an enforced stay at the Kitty Spa, and I am not amused. Mum & Dad have been away in their house on wheels to the Isle of Wight, but I couldn't go as Mum said there wasn't room for my litter tray and in any case they were going on a boat.  You all remember I don't like boats.  

Being at the Kitty Spa isn't too bad, but you are on your own and don't get to go outside.  Mum even has them rationing the food which is a little unfair.  They also refer to me as the Ginger Football with ears - I have no idea what they are talking about!

I made sure I had a good sulk when I got back, and paced about complaining for ages.

Luckily, everything was where I'd left it, and I have now taken up residence on the bed again.  

BFGC is pleased to be home!

Kitties of a Nervous Disposition should Look Away Now!

This morning, this appeared.

The PTU!!!  I went and hid behind the curtain.   Then, I saw this.

It's a flat me!!  It looks like me, only it's flat (and a lot smaller, I might add!).  This isn't looking good.

Then, before I knew it, this happened!  I'm trapped in the PTU.  And they've packed me a bag!

I is not a happy kittty.  Then, I was unceremoniously loaded into the van.  The van, I ask you.  At least they didn't put me in the Boot like last time.

So, Kitties.  I am on my way to the Kitty Spa!  The beans are going away on holiday to the Caribbean and are leaving me behind.  They are taking Flat Me with them, but it's not the same, is it?

Farewell Kitties!    I will return in 2 weeks!  Me is off to cause some trouble at the Kitty Spa!