my new life in the city

The trip to Hobart was terrible to say the least. A brief toilet stop (but as if I was going on concrete) but much to say it was 4 hours in a blanket in the passenger seat with Melanie and then in the middle of the night I am dumped on the inside. In the bathroom with a box of dirt of the “inside” type. Anyway we wont go into the details. I missed my mum and was confused and worried about her too. And I wasn’t allowed outside of the inside for AGES.

The "owners" as I came to the understanding they were (aka kidnapperss!) went away over the new Years which was great because I got to do what I wanted and relax in the inside (aka their house = a flat) and was able to breathe without having to worry about them watching my every move just waiting for me to want to go to the toilet so they could direct me to the box of inside dirt thinking they were "educating" me

Then they came back New Years Day which was a drag as I had just made myself at home and the next thing I know they're occupying the house again. Yawn.

At least their bright orange couch and armchairs don't clash with my silky stripey black fur. I am slowly getting used to the human occupants of the house.