Looking back

I’m not sure that you realize what we’ve been through. The authorities sold all of our stuff, including our napping and scratching tower.  I mean, everything that was important to us. Then, they sold our house without getting our permission. WTF?

So, this is Betty.  By the way, I always write in italics.  Buster writes in bold.  I’ve got to tell you this. I wish I had a video. We were getting ready to load up and everyone is in the garage. Well, I look around and Buster is up on his hind legs pawing the door trying to get back in the house!  Hilarious! He is such a pussycat.

Then, they stick us in the back seat of a truck and start driving. Mind you, the only time we’ve been in a car is when they took us to the freakin vet – now, we’re driving on roads which are way bumpier than the road to the vet and stopping to spend the night in a hotel suite for God’s sake. We finally made it to a real house for more than one night.  What is wrong with them? Some adventure.

Life on the road - I have to improvise with places to nap

I found this hidey hole in one of the hotels, and I emphasize ONE of the hotels where we stayed