Thursday.
The man who hates me put me in a crate and stuck me in the car of some woman. She let me lose in her room and I immediately found my new super secret hiding space. She spent a while looking for me and started looking things up on her phone like "new cat is hiding" and "is it normal for cats to hide for hours." I know, because I can hear her talking to her "okay google."Friday.
I can hear that woman looking for me. Ha! She opened a can of tuna to lure me out of my super secret hiding place. It'll never happen. I'm a great hider.PS. She keeps calling me Minerva.
Saturday.
I am really hungry... Oh shit she found my super secret hiding place! Abandon the sock drawer! Run away! She almost scared the shit out of me, since I haven't been able to get to my litter box undetected.Sunday.
I snuck out early this morning and ate all the tuna & cat food. She never even saw me, because she was sleeping. Maybe later I will allow her to touch me.Monday.
I let the woman scratch my ears last night. She was so thrilled. Idiot. I tricked her into putting the book down & to scratch me instead. And just for amusement, I bit her hands all night when they stopped scratching me. I don't care that she was sleeping. Oh, and there are loud tiny humans here. Luckily, I found a hole cut into the wall by the plumbers to service the pipes, and I can now navigate my way to under the bathtub. No one can reach me here. Not even those tiny humans.Tuesday.
I have decided to explore the rest of the house a little more tonight. I snuck out the door while the woman was in the bathroom, hahaha. Later, I met the resident dog at 3 am and was so afraid, I climbed up the air conditioner and ended up in the attic. The dog will never catch me now. Stupid dog.Wednesday.
I realized today that I cannot get down from the attic. And my woman is trying to tempt me to emerge from my new secret hiding space with wet cat food, but I just can't make it down. I'll keep quiet... for now.Thursday.
I showed a different taller woman my face to let her know I'm in the attic. She pulled me out of the attic despite my objections of being held. Despite my physical molestation I suffered through, I ate all the cat food and am now being scratched behind the ears again. Even by the tiny humans. They're all suckers.I'm happily curled up on my woman's chest, preventing her from actually reading the book she's holding. That's all for tonight... or is it?
