SEBASTIAN’S DIARY (PART 1)
SUNDAY EVENING…My tummy is rumbling and I’m feeling very sorry for myself. I think mom must have forgotten all about my supper.
I smelled chicken roasting earlier, we usually have chicken on Sundays and my mouth was watering at the thought of the bowl full I am always given.
But the family sat down to eat and I had nothing. I asked nicely for a share but they just chased me away from the table. I was disappointed not to have the chicken as it’s my most favourite taste. I looked for the bowl of kibble always left down for me to nibble on but there was none of that either. I had a drink of water but it made me feel even hungrier.
I have the feeling I’ve done something to annoy mom, I don’t know what it is but ever since Friday when the new couch arrived and I jumped on to have a look at it she’s not been nice to me at all. It looks very inviting for doing my exercises on, I stood up at one corner and tried it but mom yelled at me.
At my old house where I lived I had my own furniture, it was wonderful to stretch up and dig in my claws. That mom and I lived together and indoors I had a really big post to do my exercises on and a flat pad too and we also had a garden with trees and a nice rough fence.I kept my claws in beautiful condition on all of those things.
That mom used to watch me doing my scratching and tell me what a good boy I was.
But one day she wouldn’t wake up even though I tapped her face like I always did to say I wanted my breakfast.The nice lady who lived next door and came to see mom every morning gave me my breakfast as mom still didn’t wake up. Then she made some phone calls and a strange man came. The nice lady told the man I had been neutered and had all my shots up to date and that I was very clean and he put me in my carrier and took me to a place with a lot more cats in cages.
I lived there for a while and I was sad and missing my mom and my home comforts. Until one day the family I live with now came along. As well as the mom there was Julie and Jake who were almost as big as the mom but much younger and Julie liked me and brought me home. She said she wanted a cat as Jake had his very own dog.
Julie is always very nice and kind, Jake doesn’t bother with me but his stupid dog Rusty had to be taught a lesson. He barked at me and chased me when I first came so I hissed and gave him a swipe on the nose with my claws. Now he knows to leave me alone or else…
My new mom seemed nice until that dratted new couch came. She used to let me do my exercises and de-stressing on the old one, saying it can’t hurt it now. I get very tense if I can’t do my scratching and I was upset my new mom hadn’t got me a nice post or pad to use like the ones my old mom bought me. I could have a real good work out on them both. I wish I could have brought my own furniture with me.
What am I to do I wonder? Mom won’t let me go outside to find a nice rough tree,she says I am now a house cat.
I’ve had a sleepless night as I was so hungry and although I had another look for some food just after midnight, there was nothing and even my water bowl had gone too.
Today I’ve had no breakfast and worse still, mom has now got the dreaded carrier I came in, down from the top of the wardrobe and is putting on her coat and looking at me.
What is going on? Where is she taking me? I hope it is not to the funny smelling place where people stick needles in cats. I hate going there.
My other mom sometimes took me there but she said it was for my own good.
I hope this mom isn’t taking me back to live in a cage again either.
I feel very frightened………
CREDIT to Maggie as this diary series was her idea in the first place. Unfortunately due to pressure of work she hasn’t the time to write it and we agreed I would take it on.
CREDIT also to Susan for her input and for looking it over and turning my English words into American.
Part 2 to follow soon ….
Update 26th July 2010.. the complete story is here: