Thursday, February 15, 2007
As you know, Pumpy and I used to live in an apartment in New York City. One day the woman brought home a big carrier and she put us in it. We cried and cried. The woman cried. We thought something really terrible was going to happen and actually, it did. She put us on a plane and we had to stay on the plane for 7 hours and when we got to England, the man was there to greet us but we weren't in a good mood at all.
He took us to his apartment and opened the carrier door but we chose to stay inside and we gave him the stare down.
When he went to bed we got out of that carrier and found this cupboard and this is where we lived for about a week. We only left our shelves to eat and use the litter.
Later the woman came to England too and when she saw us she tried to hug and kiss us but we gave her the stare down too. That night she brought a big air mattress out to the big room and she laid down on it and we came out of the cupboard and got into bed with her and we snuggled together and that was the end of our cupboard living.
Today Pumpy and I are really happy in England. We have a house and we can go up and down stairs... we can look out of doors and windows and see birds, squirrels, and sometimes I daresay... other cats. We even have another human who loves us and cares for us (that would be the man) and we love him too, especially when he shares his cereal milk.
Everything is lovely.