The all-you-can-eat holiday

The reason I haven’t written for the past few days is that I have been recovering emotionally since we were taken to a ‘cattery’ (as the humans call it). Apparently it was a holiday; well the warning signs were there – the suitcases, which for a moment I though were a new bed. Then when the baskets came out it stirred my memory and I hid. But those humans got me anyway and took me and Morgan to the ‘cattery.’ Full of unknown smells it was bewildering but I was put in a room with Morgan and from then on we comforted one another. It’s quite funny really because we are always tearing each others fur out at home, but in difficult circumstances the strangest friends are forged. The space was limited and we could hardly go out anyway because it was raining so much, trust them to take us to the wrong place. I slept for most of the day with Morgan; well not with Morgan really because when I tried to sit next to him he got up and moved a paw-length away. This black cloud of a few days did have a very silver lining though – I had double helpings of food! Morgan appeared off his grub so I helped him out with it. Purr about an all-you-can-eat holiday; I loved it. Towards the end of our time there it got even better because Morgan’s appetite lessened (i.e. he didn’t fight me when pushed my nose in his bowl). Unfortunately now we are back Morgan has started eating properly and they make sure I don’t eat his food which I find a bit unfair. Would I go to the ‘cattery’ again? Well only if I had too and as long as I was sharing with Morgan.

On Holiday!

Morgan and Scooby are on holiday this week, but they'll be back next week ready to tell you all about it...

Bedtime Wars: Scooby's story

When I read Morgan’s entry, it really upset me for a moment. I didn’t set out to hurt him; in fact, I didn’t think of him at all, I just wanted a change of scenery. I walked into my bedroom and jumped in my usual space, sniffed around, ate my treats and sat down. Then I decided sometimes you need a change of scenery and anyway, my side of the sofa bed wasn’t warm but the other side was so I moved across. Morgan sits in lots of different places: sometimes his kennel, sometimes the floor, and occasionally the sofa bed. After I read the entry, I thought about it for a minute remembered all the times he had taken things of mine: my mice, my food, my milk, but then I fell asleep. Waking up hours later I realised I forgot what I was thinking about and only later did I remember the problem and by this time it was bedtime so I again retreated to my new pad and decided to sleep on the issue some more. Only this time there wasn’t an issue because Morgan didn’t come in at bedtime. Nor did he the next night, or the next – in a strange way I rather missed him. Funny that; at the same time Morgan stopped coming in at night, sleeping on his side didn’t have the same attraction anymore. It suddenly became colder and more uncomfortable. Therefore, as of two nights ago I reverted to my old, cosy side. It’s somewhat nicer there anyway. Morgan can have the worser side if he wants too with pleasure.
I don’t like the things he said about me still especially about my smell. He calls it a ‘whiff,’ I call it an enchanting musk and there is absolutely nothing wrong with my fleas.

Bedtime Wars: Morgan's Story

I am not happy chappy; Scooby has taken my place on the sofa bed at bedtime and replaced my aroma with his whiff. Now whenever I go up to bed and sit down on there its just not the same anymore and Scooby soon comes along and sits so close to me and roars at me I have to get off. You might say I have my kennel but I do not want to sleep there I want to sleep in MY bit of the bed. It was all right until a week ago when I got upstairs tired and yearning for my bed just to see him curled up on it. It gobsmacked me (and I am not easily gobsmacked). I glared at him but he just closed his eyes innocently. He has his blanket on the other side that is covered with his fur and fleas but now my side is covered with them too. I have slept on the floor for so many nights now like a meagre alley cat and my unhappiness is growing. In my time, I have put up with so many things but stealing my pad goes beyond the pale. It is something I expect from a human, not one of my own kind. GET OFF MY BED SCOOBY!!! GRRR...

What does Scooby have to say in his defence? Find out next week!!