It's Happened - They've Gone!

What a day!

I don't know what I did wrong but boy was I punished.

I went to bed last night with no supper. I kept waking them up in the night to tell them my biscuits weren't where they should be and all they did was that silly - "oh what a good boy" routine and then they turned over and went back to sleep. I told Max and Seb about no food and they just looked knowingly at each other nodded and said their's was locked away in the toilet and not to worry.

Not to worry! How silly. There I was starving through the night likely to wake up in the morning just a shadow - I thought then they'd be sorry they hadn't bothered to feed me. Imagine if I just walked about as a shadow from now on. That would teach them.

When morning came I trotted downstairs with the female two legs quite willing to forgive her for a bowl of tuna and all she did was usher Max and Seb into the tioliet and tell me what a good boy I was and not to worry. Not to worry! Here I was a mere skeleton walking and all she could say was not to worry.

Then he came down and I saw it. Out came that basket thing they use to carry me anywhere unpleasant. I shot behind the settee. "Don't worry it won't be long Casper". Don't worry! I'm off to that vet place starving and they say it won't be long. What won't be long?

Then the realisation hit me. Today was the day for that operation. I shuddered for a moment and that was it. I was whisked up and shot into the basket. All credit to him; I was only off guard for a second but he took full advantage.

Off we went and next thing I was in with this female two legs in uniform. I must admit I like a two legs in uniform but not so sure here.

"Has he eaten in the last 24 hours?" she asked obviously oblivious to my emaciated body.

"No," I said "not in 24 days it feels like"

"Because we can't operate if he has had anything in the last 24 hours"

"I had a mammoth supper of kippers and sardines and then I had a midnight feast of tuna and I've just had 3 bowls of biscuits!" I shouted.

"OK then. If he's had nothing we'll take him in and do it. He should be out in 8 hours or so".

Was she deaf? Was she not listening to me? I put on my most bloated look and tried to summon up a satisfied belch to convince her. Too late my two legs were out the door and gone leaving me to my fate.

She stuck a needle in me and the room swam. I remember seeing this giant bowl of fish coming towards me. It was all pink everywhere. I was warm.

When i woke up I was in this cage thing next to another boy cat. The giant bowl of fish had gone and so had something else much closer to home I looked down and felt very embarrassed.

"Mine's gone too" came the voice from next door.

"Why?" I whimpered

"Don't know mate but just think what fun we'll have when it's out turn to do it to them!"

I went back to sleep and woke up back at home with the two legs. I thought it had all been a dream until I had a tentative look down below. Nope. It wasn't there.

Max and Seb have been really nice to me since. Guess I'm just like them now.