Settling in

Waffle

So yesterday was weird. Pony and I had a nice day with Dan, then he took us on a car ride. We hate car rides. I may or may not have soiled the carrier.

We ended up back at the place we visited earlier in the summer. I remembered the porch. It was nice and cool on the floor. But then Dan left. Pony and I were confused but I assumed Dan would be back. Pony wasn’t so sure.

This morning the lady human played with us a little then both the humans who live in the house left. It seems like another strange day. At least our feeder works.

Pony

Waffle is right — yesterday was weird and today is starting out just as weird. She’s also right that I’m not sure Dan is coming back any time soon. He said as much on the ride over here — that we were going to our new home. I admit that I am sad, and maybe a little angry.

The lady human who lives here keeps pointing her phone at us. She pets us and plays with us too. This morning she tried to get me to play with the thing on a wire, but I could only pretend to be interested for her sake. At least Waffle played more enthusiastically and without pretense.

Oh look! What’s in this cat-level drawer? Oh, just paper and cloth? Boring…