It’s Onyx here. And I am NOT a happy kitty!
As many of you know, I moved. It wasn’t my choice; I didn’t even get asked. Blondie just uprooted me with no concern. I’d overheard her talking about moving, but I had assumed the new apartment would come to me. Nope! Here’s how the horrors unfolded:
I was forced into a cage, shoved in a car, and we drove forever and ever (Blondie says it’s only 15 minutes. She’s wrong). It was bumpy, loud, and very scary. I yowled the whole time, hoping Blondie would let me out, but she didn’t. She said something about how she didn’t want me escaping from the car when the little humans opened the door. I think she planned the whole thing to torture me.
Once we finally arrived, I assumed I’d be let out of the cage. The little humans were trying to let me out. But Blondie insisted I stay in my carrier. Something about the door being open so she could move boxes in, and she didn’t trust me not to dart into the road or take off. So I sat. And sat. And sat some more. It must have been hours.
Once I was (finally) released from my carrier, I fully expected a dish full of kibble, some fresh water, and an abundance of treats. Unfortunately, the only thing waiting for me was a litter box. At least it was clean. But I was starving.
The worst part is, I fully expected to be an only cat. After all, why else would you remove me from my palace? But much to my chagrin, I found out that Thunder had moved back in with us! Thunder not only looks like a littler version of Sgt Stripes, she plays Pounce just like he does! And she doesn’t take a hint! No amount of hissing or growling deters her, and she follows me practically everywhere! I finally found refuge on the counter next to the microwave.
But that’s not all. She steals practically all of the kibble and wet food, and keeps trying to break into my dairy treats! Everyone knows those are mine. She also steals attention from MY human, and sleeps on the bed with her! Blondie says there’s plenty of room for both of us, but I don’t do the whole sharing thing. I should just get the bed (seniority alone rules in my favor).
The new apartment is tiny compared to the house I was in. I had two floors and a basement to explore, and plenty of space to hide from the other cats. This is only one floor, with a tiny bathroom and two bedrooms (as well as the living space and kitchen). The two mini humans claimed one of the rooms, so I tend to avoid it. It’s loud in there. And smelly. Although they have lots of soft blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals to sleep on, so that’s been nice. But the best place to be is the counter. I can survey my domain, hide behind the microwave, and cuddle up by the warm cooking appliances if they’re on. But there’s no cat tree, no cat bed, not even any big toys. It’s just a bunch of little toy mice and jingly balls.
Another grievance I have is all of the boxes. Everyone knows that the boxes goes to the cat when it’s empty. But no, my human broke all of them down for recycling. She didn’t even leave any empty totes- she took them to the storage closet. What’s the point of packing and unpacking if you don’t get the box at the end?
I wish I could say that there were advantages to moving. But honestly, it just really stinks. The food situation is worse (no never ending kibble, thanks to Thunder), no cool spots to hang out in, nowhere to escape from Pounce, and one less adult human to cuddle on. I haven’t even found a good sun spot to nap in yet. Hopefully things will get better- if not, I’m moving back!
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