Catty break

I has been in a catty hotel.
My human took me there in the box.

I didn’t like that being in the catty hotel meant I couldn’t wander, go out for sniffs, or check on my territory.

I did like some things though.
The catty hotel had a bed that was made of warms.
The biscuits tasted good.
Lots of different humans gave me ear scritches.
There was a shelf I could sit on, by a big window – I looked out at all of the birds that landed on the trees and imagined biting them.

Now that I’m home, I’ll have to rub against everything so that it smells of me again.
I’ll also have to check on my territory.

I’m a bit annoyed with my human.
I shall turn my back on him for a few days.