Buddy’s blog

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I realize I have it good. I have food when I want it, sometimes water too (gotta talk to Steve about that), he’s better now with my pills (you’d think with all the pills he takes)…I mean, it’s only one pills and he hides it in cheese, or a cookie; I pretend not to notice, but it’s a great way to take a pill… if I don’t get those pills I go brain crazy…I shake and bounce around, I foam at the mouth (what is that crap anyway…really stinks). Steve calms me down, stays with me…I like that.

My other people were busy…but they gave me ‘quality time’. When they got home, I could come out of the garage into their big room and they would play with me for a few minutes…then back to the garage for the night.

Then, they got rid of me…brought me to that motel thing with separate areas for sleeping and resting. I sat there for a few months but no one wanted to take me home with them.

I am beginning to wonder what’s going to happen to me when this old man and young girl enter the ‘take a look’ area. They pass me by and look for the runts, the babies ‘oh, so cute’…they come to me, read my info and ‘well, that’s nice’…I hide my face in my arms.

Then one of the nice ladies opens my cage…is it walkie time? She puts a rope thing on my collar and we walk out in free land. Oh that hurts….it’s only a cat. They keep telling folks I eat cats….just once I would like to try it.

Where are we going now? What room….oh…it’s that cute girl and old guy. Best behavior time…what did Bingo say…oh, yeah…smile, wag my tail, sit next to them….hey…what’s that in the corner….huh? someone calling my name…ok, I’ll behave.