Tiger here. With a tale about the jail. And my dramatic escape. Okay, just kidding. There was no dramatic escape. But there was a rather harrowing experience with the jail box today. Now that I have settled down I will tell you about it. It all started out as a rather typical day. The sun was up and the birds were chirping their little morning songs as they do. I woke up after a few hours of interrupted sleep (bad kitty dreams – I see now they were warnings) and ask Bob to let me out for my morning rounds.
I’m out for maybe an hour or two. When I return Sue is up and welcomes me back into the house with the usual loving and petting and this is followed by a distribution of fancy feast, gravy style. So far so good. After breakfast I’m ready to go back outside (as I do EVERY MORNING) and I ask politely but Sue won’t open the door. Strange. So I ask Bob. Nicely. No action. I ask again, this time not so nicely. No dice.
Well being the gentle kitty that I am I follow Sue upstairs thinking maybe she wants a little more quality time with me before I go out again. But I have a tickling in my whiskers that tells me something isn’t right. The next thing you know Bob appears out of nowhere and Sue is picking me up (strange as she knows how I hate that) and dropping me into the jail box. I kid you not! A genuine gated community for one! I am not happy one bit and I certainly let them know. Loudly. And with passion. To no avail.
Uh oh. This can’t be good I think, as I am whisked away in my jail box and soon we are humming along in the car (another strange thing – Sue knows I hate riding in cars). But she is beside me, apologetic and sweet talking the whole way. We arrive at the OFFICE. Deja vu. Shudder. I resign myself to my fate.
Inside they put me in a tray to weigh me and I guess I have lost a few ounces. (Really, who cares? What is it with humans and weight?)
Then the lady doctor comes in and pokes me and prods me and subjects me to all manner of indignities. But at least she does it with a smile and speaks a dialect of cat I can understand, not at all like the man I remember lifetimes ago. So I endure. And patiently, I might add. If only so they will let me off early for good behavior. Which they do. It seems I have passed some sort of test and am released. I climb willingly back into my jail box (it looks a lot more inviting now) and before long we are back home again. Ah, the sweet smell of home!
What was that all about? You gotta wonder. I guess I will never understand humans. Sue felt so bad about the whole affair that she gave me a new toy full of fresh catnip. I decide to forgive and forget. I think the catnip may have something to do with that as I’m actually feeling pretty good right now. All’s well that ends well!