strange day yesterday.

First they put me back in that Car thing which tore me out of Forth. ARGH! I HATE THE CAR!

Then I walked into this place that had no smell where al the floors and walls were shiny. There was a dog there but even he didn’t smell. And not friendly at all like Mishka. I don’t usually get spatty but that dog was all superior and annoying and kept trying to intimidate me so I spat a hiss at him.

Then they took me to a cage where I couldn’t even chase my tail properly and I was surrounded by the most annoying domestics.

Then I started hallucinating and the next thing I know I’m all woosy and waking up. At least it drowned out the sound of the other yappy meowy domestics.

Lucky Papi had found me and brought back-up to rescue me. He must have had the CatBI onto it. I hope those other cats and dogs were rescued in the bust.

They must have spiked my water. I realised I had a surgically imposed cut in my abdomen. I’m not sure why but I’m certain I don’t want to talk about it.

Papi and the latins must have sensed that because they took me home, Marta gave me a new toy, they made sure I’d settled back in, then they left me to have some space and shake off the drugs. All I can say is that those fwd: emails are true, its not an urban myth. People really do drug you and steel organs.