Well, I Survived The Prison.....

Kitties - Callie here.  Well, Mommie finally decided to wander home and rescue me from my dank, dark rat-infested (and not in a good way!) prison.  (Mommie:  actually both of the kitties were in a very nice sunlight filled quiet cat room.)  Well, yeah, but it was not arranged according to Feng Shui principles so I suffered!

Yeah, she did call once to check on me, but I was too busy fighting off a prison gang of rogue dogs.  They have me backed into a check and was threating to give me a "Dawgs Rule" tatoo.  Only by bravely facing them down did I walk away without a tat. (Mommie:  actually, when I called, she was sleeping in her private cage, on a soft cat bed....)  Okay, I was sleeping, but the bed was not ergomonically supported, so I suffered!

I had to sleep with one eye open, as the people kept coming by poking me through the bars.  (Mommie:  First of all, her cage did not have "bars" and secondly, the only thing they gave her was extra treats and spoiling...)  But, they were not range free chicken treats....so I suffered!

Finally, the name of this place really confused me.  It was called Pappy's Pet Lodge.  But my birth Mommie told me all about my father.  He was the crown prince-cat of Alquiqonia.  He had to tragically leave my birth mother shortly after they met because evil terrorists were threatening his kingdom.   So obviously, this was not Pappy's Pet Lodge, I mean what would the crown prince-cat of Alquiqonia be doing running a pet boarding place in Texas?  (Mommie:  yeah, Callie, about the story that your birth mom told you about your papa.  Now that you are older, we should talk...)  What, have you heard from my Papa, is he coming to visit??

And what did the Mommie bring me back from San Antonio?  Nothing!  Yes, you read that right!  The cheapskate....