We left the house and I thought for certain it was for a vet visit but they let me out of my cage in the rolling cage!
And then everything was different. I didn’t know why exactly and I was terribly unsettled over it.
Two-footers everywhere. My two-footer-staffers are efficient and friendly (although, a bit edgy lately) but I really needed to get away. In a catly way, that is. Which, as you might know, means to become invisible.
If I’ve learned anything about two-footers in my life, it is that they become very agitated when I become invisible. They go about turning things over and looking in odd nooks where I certainly wouldn’t have any interest. When things settle, I saunter out. They are usually surprised and I cannot figure out why.
A bit later was carried (I allow it for short distances and then only by trusted two-footer-staff) to another room. This room had better light and *sun patches* that flowed along the floor with warmth and comfort. Oh, and my lounge device. Excellent.
Food, water, toys, a clean litter box, and responsive new-staff. Hmm. Not as smooth looking as my current two-footer-staff.
Hey, where did all the two-footers go? Where is *my* regular two-footer-staff? Well, fine. I guess I’ll wait here.
This place might have potential. I’ll monitor the situation.
