Weekend Away

Indeed something fishy was going on when I saw the Copernicus Carrier in the hallway. Mama & Papa went away for the weekend and sent me to my Aunty Jo’s. She too lives with her Mama & Papa therefore she must be a cat.

The home has stairs leading to an upper level. This is fascinating because you can go from upstairs to downstairs in an instant. I know this because I climbed to the top balustrade and jumped. Straight down. Everyone freaked out and thought I hurt my tootses but I just looked at them and meowed ‘You’ve got to be joking. You know I’m a cat right?’.

For the first couple of days I was nervous. New surroundings, strange smells, glass tables everywhere and lack of Copernicus fur on the furniture. That’s why it’s called furniture. And mine wasn’t on it. But I soon warmed up and took possession of the abode. I liked having people around all the time and especially all the attention Jo’s Papa gave me. He loves my little fishing rod mousie. I think more than I do because he kept reaching for it whenever I would enter the room. So I’d pounce on it to make sure he knew it was mine.

Overall the weekend wasn’t so bad. I enjoyed exploring new window sills and testing out the pad landings from great heights. I think I left a good impression. Or at least if I didn’t, mousie did on my behalf.

Only precious items are kept behind glass

Something fishy’s going on

Tonight I feasted on succulent flaked tuna. This is a wonderful thing however as I savoured the delicious fish I detected a faint aftertaste. Scepticism with a hint of guilt. This indulgence, coupled with the suitcase in the hallway can mean only one thing. I’m being shipped away to a foreign residence while Mama and Papa galavant to Cat only knows where.

This weekend is the feast of Easter. I know because the same time last year I spent three long days at my grandpapa’s house while a million strange people smashed red eggs and feasted on lamb. I hid under the bed most of the time because the uncivilised squawking and laughter hurt my tender ears.

The Copernicus Carrier is the vehicle that transports me from place to place. A cat-mobile of sorts. This too sits in the hallway awaiting its cargo. I’m not sure where I’m going. I hope it’s not to the Greek festival of red-egged hysterical fanatics. I’d rather stay home and choke on Whiskas.