Whew. First of all, I’m fine. My monkeylady stuck me in a carrier today and we drove for a long time. I continually begged to be let out and for us to go back to the little building, but the world just kept moving around us. Eventually, we got to this big, noisy echoing place that was absolutely full of dogs (yuck). They kept coming up to my little cage and sniffing at me. Finally, my monkey moved so her hind legs were in front of the cage, and that was better. After along wait, we went in a little…

My day yesterday was wonderful and also a little frightening. For some reason the woman monkey didn’t make a big noise and go away in the morning. She went around the little building we all live in, putting things away and generally making it look much less interesting, with fewer things to scatter or knock over. Eventually, she settled down on the couch with a little flat computer. I know about those from my brief career as a Web celebrity, you see. A monkey man’s voice chattered senselessly on and on; it was coming out of the big loud-box but…

The monkeys have both been sticking this thing my face. Then I get online and play with the “mouse” thing and there I am, famous or something. Well, at least I’m good looking enough to handle the adulation. The last few days have been pretty rapturous; I hardly ever feel scared and the monkeys keep finding new ways to pet me and cuddle me. The catnip supply seems to be endless. Also, they’re feeding me some rather tasty dishes, and it’s obvious that they wish me to grow stronger and more active. I’ll show them active some night. However, they…

Shhh. The monkeys went away and left me, so I’m hiding out behind the green sitting bench. Hee hee! The monkey lady couldn’t find me this morning because my hiding skills are so effective. I guess she was pretty frantic; I don’t know, I was asleep under this flap thing at the back of the bench. It’s like a green cave back there. I’m invisible unless the flap gets lifted up, like she did after looking back there 3 other times. She seemed pretty happy to see me, though. Which is only right and proper, because I am the cat…

What a day. Where to begin? It was another long, boring, crappy day in my little metal cell with the picture window. Some more of the big monkeys came by. One of them came when I was trying to get some shut-eye and try to ignore the monkeys. Then it was dinner time – the monkeys that cleaned out our cells came in as usual, cleaning each cell one at a time and letting us prisoners out for a little precious “freedom.” While I was waiting for my turn, the one monkey that’s been hanging around a lot lately came…