Okay. I was stuffed in the PTU again this morning. I had to spend a long time in it. Mama even had to clean the bottom of it cause I had to pee (when you gotta, you gotta) at one point. Yup, we were back in the upstairs lounge again. Only this time there was no couch for mama, just straight back chairs, and my PTU got put on the table in front of her.
I gaved her dirty looks. She gaved me denties. And water. And some of her lunch (clam chowder, yum).Then I gaved her more dirty looks. And more. And more.
That's right. We had some more work done in the kitchen and the rest of the partment. This was fix up stuff. And they wanted us gone. And out of their way.
So I am back home now. Out of that stupid PTU. Ahh, real crunchies. Real water. Real bed. Real rocking chair. AND REAL KITTY BOX!
Makes up for no sun today. Sorta.
Mama said something about a bath. For me. I hope I scape that one.