There is this awesome place in the clinic that I found a while back where I can lay and stretch myself out. There is even a window where warm sunlight filters in. I had not ventured voluntarily in there when I first arrived at the clinic and it did not hold good memories for me. I avoided it for so long that I actually forgot about that place. But, one day, I discovered it was a paradise. The hoomans call the spot I love “Ray”. Occasionally, the bearded doctor hooman and those worker hoomans wander in there and kick me out because they supposedly need to use Ray for something. I am certain that they are only pretending to need it just to annoy me. The worker hoomans usually keep a nice blanket up there for me. It is the perfect spot.
A few months back, I am embarrassed to admit, I fell off of Ray. I was rolling around and the next thing I know I was falling. I could have been pushed. The jury is still out on that one. The quiet one had side eyed me earlier that day. You can never trust the quiet ones! On my way down, I grabbed for whatever I could find and broke a nail. I called out for the worker hoomans and they came to my aid. I was concerned a toe harvesting was about to occur and protested loudly. THE DOCTOR involved himself, as usual. When he stepped in, I was certain toes were about to be harvested! It was decided that, because I was protesting so loudly and would not hold still, they were going to leave me alone. The one I like the best said I could just chew it off by myself. See why I like this one? Little did I know that I would become temporarily disabled. I could not jump up on things like my nimble self. The worker hoomans did not seem take pity on me or understand my plight. Listen to these examples of the neglect I endured. First, I sat meowing at the one with the fancy jaws in her hair because I wanted up on the counter at the front desk. It took her forever to come over and lift me up. She was acting like she was working but she was clearly avoiding me. Next, the tall one only said, “Oh, Bettie” a few times and would not lift a finger to help me when I needed up on a chair. Then, the receptionist hooman just acted like she was talking on the phone when I asked her to put me up on a counter. I know your tricks receptionist hooman! Ray was completely out of the question for me. I was forbidden to go there at all. Do you see the abuse that I endure?
I decided that I was done with these worker hoomans as they refused to aid in my recovery. I sauntered in to the messy cave and there it was……a big comfortable spot for me. I could even manage to get up on this one. I decided it was mine. I would recuperate here. Now….I would have to put up with THE DOCTOR. But, I decided that I would allow him to share this space with me. I was feeling generous and understood how it feels to be misplaced. Somehow, I even ended up with a nice blanket on this spot. That bearded doctor hooman seemed pleased to have me there and to have all of these changes made to his messy cave.
Well, after all of that, you all will be glad to know that I am back to my old self now and have reclaimed Ray as my spot again. Everything has gone back to normal. It was harrowing time in my life but I am a survivor!
