I have been released from the
kitty jail holiday camp. Ohh, the tales I could tell of my sufferings. Marking off the long, weary days with clawmarks on the walls...staring out between the bars...listening to the mews of my fellow prisoners holidaymakers...starving on the meagre daily rations...life was tough.
(Eric's mum interrupts) If you were having such a tough time, how come the lady at the kitty holiday camp said you were such a good boy and that you drooled with pleasure every time she groomed you and gave you scritches? And if you were starving, how come you don't seem to have lost any weight, Fat Eric? That tummy still looks pretty well-filled to me...
Ahem. As I was saying...it's been a long time away from my cat-blogging friends. I am just about to go round the blogs and see what's been going on while I have been locked away from the world. It's soooooo nice to be in my own home again. I purred all the way home in the car even though I was shut in the Evil Cat Carrier. Then when I got home I got lots of cuddles and licked my mum all over her face and washed her hair for her. Then, after I had enjoyed my welcome-home menu of Tuna Whiskas, I decided to play Traumatised Kitty and went and hid under the spare room bed, which I never normally do. Today things feel a little more normal, so I've been enjoying hanging out with my mum, watching TV, sleeping on her, putting some clumps of Eric hair on the too-clean carpets, etc.
There's just one shadow on my happiness, and that is, as the
prison warder lady at the kitty holiday camp was waving goodbye to us, she said "See you in a fortnight, Fat Eric." What? She can't be serious.
But just in case she is, I have been trying out some good new hiding places in the garden. (And I'd show you a photo if Blogger would let me upload them. Silly Blogger!)