Day 8 of my quarantine

Kathy and me in the garage this morning

I am posting another photo today. It is me and Kathy in the garage this morning. Bonnie took it with a cellphone. Kathy and I are both gray, so you may need to know that I am on the left side of the photo.

My brother, Marquette, comes out to see me a couple of times a day. Kathy holds him away from me and then we move our heads toward one another and touch noses. We like each other and we want to play together, but Kathy still won't let us.

Marquette told me that I wasn't kidnapped...that I was rescued. That I am not a captive...that I am just in quarantine for a while. He keeps saying mommy this and mommy that, and I don't understand why he calls Kathy his mommy. Has he forgotten our mother, CTL?

Kathy and Bonnie are going to camp today to check on the produce in their garden. They said they would also be eating out and staying for a few hours at their camper and watching a movie and relaxing.

I am not getting a bath today. It has been postponed until Wednesday or Thursday when Kathy has some time off. Then I will be moved into the master bedroom to continue my quarantine until my next visit to Dr. Stover. After that it is one more week before I can finally join the rest of the family. Marquette said he was kept in the master bedroom for almost 4 weeks when Kathy brought him home. Mostly it was because Tacumwah was so hostile toward him and he was so little.

Kathy is worried that Marquette and I will bond so strongly that he won't be her special little kitten any more, preferring to spend his time with me. Who can say? Kathy and Marquette seem to have spirits that can communicate without words. Last night Kathy couldn't sleep and Marquette joined her in the master bedroom where he put his head on her shoulder and wrapped a front leg around her neck until she settled down and went to sleep.

I am not minding being in the garage. I play by myself or with Kathy. I eat and drink, take naps and use my litter box. I have started on the centipede population since I have eliminated all the garage crickets. Each day I move a day closer to when I can join my forever family in the house. Each day I trust Kathy more and more and look forward to her visits. It is nice to have regular meals and a clean, dry place to stay.

Part of a letter from LeeAnn, mother of campground owner Jonathan Kline:

I hear the guy at the campground hasn't been around to take care of Marquette's sibling. I will check that out this weekend.

Kathy's reply:

Don't worry about Marquette's brother. I know where he is and he is very happy. He has had wormer, flea meds, a complete vet checkup including a feluke test, and is scheduled for neutering in two weeks. Now I can't tell you exactly where he is, but I would expect that you will see him again one day, most likely with his brother, Marquette. His name is Possum because someone (who shall remain nameless), saw him sleeping in the woods and thought he looked like a posssum. : )

Dog Diary vs. Cat Diary

Excerpts from a Dog's diary:

8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!

10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

1:00 PM - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!

1:30 PM - ooooooo. bath. bummer.

4:00 PM - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Excerpts from a Cat's diary:

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time......