Now we are in a little room, that is kind of like my peepuls bedroom with a bathroom in the same place. I finally got to have dinner and some water and litter usage. Yes Mum offered all of this to me in the truck, but how am I supposed to go outside or in the box in the transporter, i just held it all day. Ihave a feeling that we aren't staying here, and this whole process may be repeated.
Just so you all know, I tried to protest all of this, but after about 3 hrs of yelling, scratching and biting the PTU I decided that it was more painful than helpful. She just wasn't listening to me, however I did get a few good bites in on her fingers when she stuck em in to touch me.
FYI- ptu = prisoner transport unit. And the hour amounts may have slightly exaggerated.
6 comments:
William, this does not sound like fun at all!!
No, this doesn't sound like fun to us, either. Bet it's not fun for your human--lol!
Holy COD! This sounds like what happened to us ten years ago...and we don't think you exaggerated about the time in the LEAST.
Oh how not fun is that?
Ugh, dood, I feel your pain. Or at least I have too many times to wanna remember...
William, we are purring that your day today was better than yesterday, but we are guessing not. Hang in there. It can't last forever.
Purrs,
Cody and Gracie
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