Yesterday THEY got me into the brown box again. I had remembered it ,although it's many moons since I was last tempted into it by subterfuge. I just walked in this time. Wendy (as THEY call HER) at Cayton Carr actually feeds me very well, and gives me more than I get at home here in Geriatrica by the Sea, but it was not to be . We all went to the other place. I had to stay in the box for along time, but didn't mind, as lots of dogs made interesting viewing through the bars. I took ages to come out of the brown box, as my lady in Green was not there in the room with the high table and clean smell. It was another lady, in PINK. She was OK and said good things about me to THEM. When we went out to the car HE told HER that the vision in PINK was the BOSS at the VET HOUSE.
Today I took myself off for a walk behind bars. SHE was Livid because I got into next doors tree and got a silly sparrow. It should have been quicker. I think SHE was really cross because SHE thought I might just make a play for the Bantam cockerel next door too. Don't think I haven't seen all the baby blackbirds either. They are just lazy lumps sitting and waiting to be fed - Survival of the fittest I say.
Ok -Ive seen this!
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