|I'm still thinking about coming out from under the bed|
Two days later I'm still under the bed, can you believe that's a whole 2,880 seconds without friskies or using the lcr (little cats room). Imagine that!
Anyway hunger was knocking at my imaginary door and I knew that another day without my primary food group would be too much besides I was sure I was having early onset friskie separation anxiety.
I thought about all the things I needed to do to make my new home my home but I must've been a little foggy from no food I couldn't think straight. So before I completely conked out I got to work and wrote a to-do-list of the top things to do to make me feel good and at home.
MINNIE MOO'S TO-DO-LIST
- Get out from under the bed
- Find my bowl of friskies
- Eat friskies slowly so I don't feel full too soon
- Eat more friskies to top up my energy level
- Locate the shower to rehydrate (yummy soapy shampooy water)
- Slurp said water slowly
- Mentally check out the carpet (must not scratch, must not claw)
- Suss out every single room, sniff and rub my scent on corners
- Find the nearest exits (hmmm that window about the loo looks dodgy)
Wow that's some list and I was still inside!
First steps first, get out from under the bed. So I did that and made a Usain Bolt dash to my bowl of friskies, in a word yum. The shower was close by and I managed a quick slurp. Then for some reason I chickened out and I slowly slunk back to my under the bed comfty zone.
It was getting late anyway and I figured out that my to-do list doesn't spell to-day list. Tomorrow was going to be ok too.
One thing is for certain friskies aren't going to come to me, I have to go to them. Another thing - I will most certainly go to them! 100% true.
Yours in friskies Minnie Moo