Posted by on Sep 25, 2018 | 20 comments

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So these guys are making me eat in my cag…traveling apartment…hoping that I will bond with it and be comfortable in my little home away from home on that HUGE, NOISY, ROLLING-IN-THE-WAVES thingy that they go on from where we are now to where we will be.

Confusing, eh?

SO I am humouring them, even if it takes all I’ve got to pretend that I LIKE eating in a cag…er….traveling case.

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Now there’s my new, bigger one.  Well, taller anyway, so that I can stand up if need be and at least turn around.  Or if I feel seasick, haha…

And as you see, I am IN it, humouring them once again, making THEM believe that I am a quick study and could care less if I’m forced into a cage (hey, let’s call it what it is) or not.

SOME anthros, I’ve heard, hold their kitties on their  nice warm LAPS when traveling.  But mama says that if we had car trouble or had to stop suddenly, I would be safer in my compartment strapped in with a seat belt.  WHO SAYS?

The things I have to put up with…jeez…

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