I am beside myself with rage.
The woman left me in a common, low-class, vulgar and positively fiendish facility designed for feline torture.
(To tell you the truth, it was comfier than home and the food was excellent but I am not letting the woman know that)
Oh yes, I know what they call it. All sorts of fancy names. Oh yes, I know it cost her a lot of money, a lot more than the last place she dumped me in. But she would be better employed by taking me with her when she goes away (puh-lease, no more moans and groans from her about airplanes and bushwalking and snow and other trivia).
Or better yet. She can just stay at home!
I am not speaking to her. I am trying to develop a slight cough to worry her out of her wits now.
What is she thinking?? Outrageous behavior!
Oh my Cod! You poor cat! We do not care for Mom to leave home for any period of time, but at least we get to stay home with our Nana & Grampy, Mom has never made us go to a cat hotel! Oh, that would be dreadful!