Missy has now lived here for almost 6 months. If she could talk, I
imagine this is the kind of conversation we would be having:
Me: Missy, I hope
you're settling in well.
Missy: Yes, so far it's not bad.
The food is okay. I have a couple of high placesto sleep.
Your bed is very comfortable to sleep on. You need to change the cat
litter in my tray more often though.
Me: Okay, I'm not used to having an indoor cat so
I'll bear that in mind. Anything else bothering you?
Missy: The door buzzer. Can you
tone it down a bit?
Me: Sorry, I
know it's loud, but it's controlled from a place in Edinburgh and we can't change it. It's also meant for old people, so it has
to be loud enough for them to hear.
Missy: I suppose that's why
the fire alarm is so loud as well?
Me: Yep, I'm
afraid so. Is everything else okay?
Missy: You keep leaving. I
wasn't expecting that. My last human was at home all the
time.
Me: Yes, I'm told
he was ill for a long time. I try to go out every day - most people do. Not for long - just to meet friends, do the
shopping, get some air...
Missy: As long as you come back.
Me: I'm not
planning on leaving you for very long. But while we're on the subject of going out, I wonder if you'll feel
up to going to see the vetsoon. You really need a check-up.
Missy: Vet? Does that mean going
in the carrier? I notice you've left it beside the settee
and put a wee blanket in it, with some toys and some catnip. I'm not
fooled. The carrier is bad news.
Me: Okay. I'm not going to insist.
Missy: Insist all you
like. I'm a cat. I can resist a lot harder than you can insist.
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