Cricket-Back in Sunny California

 

My review of Amy’s Happy Critters, Inc. long term “care” facility – By The Cricket

"I'm so happy to be home, I promise to be the best cat I can be from now on."

I was banished from my natural habitat of Santa Monica, California to Mooresville, Indiana from the summer of  2010 to January 2011.  Where is that you may ask?  What an excellent question.  If you google anything “Mooresville” you are directed to Mooresville, North Carolina.  I can only assume this is because North Carolina has a climate suitable for feline habitation unlike Mooresville Indiana.  Since I am a mature feline of unparalleled patience with a heart that is far to big for my own good, I allowed the caretaker who abandoned me in the back of beyond to resume her duties providing my very modest care requirements.  Also, she seems to have freed me from the arctic with no time to spare.  Apparently the weather there can actually be worse then the horrors I experienced during my incarceration.  Plus, the substitute servant added yet another dog to the house which was already overrun with pets that were not me.

"This is not California. I wonder if I'll be left behind in Kansas City, Missouri now?"

The trip back to my natural habitat was not quite as harrowing as the banishment experience as a whole.  There was a moment in transit where I feared being left behind in the dreaded Midwest again.  I was forced to wear the harness and stuffed in to a box that fits under an airplane seat.  Humiliating, not to mention uncomfortable.

About Amy and her pet “care” facility;  the bathroom was spacious but only cleaned once a day, the beds were suitable, the food was edible but the portions were paltry – I nearly starved, the view was nice once the staff placed my heated bed in the window and put an entertainment center (bird feeder) on the roof outside of my window.  As I have tried to make clear, the weather is appalling, horrible, unsuitable for felines, depressing and generally unacceptable but, I did have access to considerably more square footage then I ever have in California.  Of course I could only access the entire facility when the dogs were confined at night and I had to fight off Monkey and Domino, aka The Black Devils, most nights but a girl needs a little excitement from time to time and they are wimps.  Domino doesn’t even know how to hiss!

In short, should the small box that serves the sadistic purpose of cat transport container come into view again, I am NOT GETTING IN IT. I have no intention of leaving Santa Monica ever again, not even for more square footage.  If my substitute servant, Amy, would care to preform her duties here where the the sun shines and water does not freeze I will hire her.

"Aren't' you going to fill the food bowl? Did you loose your watch or something?"

 

2 thoughts on “Cricket-Back in Sunny California

  1. I LOVE Cricket’s comments! A spoiled little guy, isn’t he? He has such a sarcastic sense of humor, you can’t help but laugh at him and love him! I read his story to Cattoo, our big adopted Maine Coon. Catto says, “Cricket, why on earth did you leave the country home with the entertainment center outside the window? This cold weather is only temporary! Very soon now, the sun will be heating up the tile floors, and the window sills, making a nice tanning bed area while allowing for more visual entertainment of not only birds, but squirrels, rabbits, snakes, coyotes and more! You have left behind a wonderland of entertainment and fun! Sorry you never had the chance to meet me!

  2. …Oh! And a P.S. also from Cattoo, the Maine Coon – “By the way, Cricket. I hear that California is going to fall in the ocean anyway. I hope you like salt water.”

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