Ok, I’ve checked out everything in the attic, and I’ve had a few good workouts on the gym equipment, which is just as well given that I am stuffed to the gills with all the bribes I have accepted today.
I have just followed a trail of yummy things down the stairs, might as well have a peep round the corner to see what else there is to see.
Hmm …so far, so good, I’ve survived this place for more than twenty-four hours.
I’ve had plenty of time to investigate this attic place and now I’m wondering what’s down those stairs. I’m just a bit suspicious about the noises I am hearing down there, I swear I heard somebody called Duby talking about a ransom.
I was offered a nice piece of ham earlier today, and the only thing I had to do to get it was get into this crate thing. It only dawned on me after the door clicked shut behind me that crates mean travel.
Mr Kit-Kat was similarly fooled into being boxed up and we were both taken for a car-ride which thankfully did not end up at the vet (last time I was there my essentials were removed, not an experience I want to remember.
Anyhoo, here I am in this place called “attic” which is nice and bright. There are lots of things to investigate, including some stuff called “gym equipment”. Apparently humans use these things for exercise. I have tried some of them out, they make quite a nice obstacle course. Mr Kit-Kat is sulking in a corner, but that’s his problem. As long as this Yours Truly Confused person wants to buy my affection with treats, and I’ve got things to check, I’m quite happy.
