The Kitty Spa

Relaxing

I’ve been in my new home for almost a week now and to be honest, it’s not such a bad place.  I’m looking at this as a vacation in a five star hotel and everyone needs to be pampered once in a while.

I am the only guest so I get all the attention.  I was given a spa basket when I arrived. It contained a new comb, a plug-in pheromone diffuser, a variety of dry and wet food, a new litter pan with two kinds of litter, a kitty tunnel, a carrier, and a wide selection of toys. Oh, I forgot, two blankies.

My room is the deluxe model.  It has a double bed all for me and when I want to be alone and unbothered the door can be closed giving me privacy.  However I prefer to have the run of the hotel, and when I was locked out of the servants’ bedroom I showed  my displeasure by pushing my declawed paws against the door.  I did not keep it up for long but I felt that I should protest.

There are two main caretakers, the one who calls herself Mommy and the man who I will call R.  Mommy does most of my grooming, using my new comb, and she is also my masseuse.  She seems to enjoy rubbing my back and scratching my head, and my belly has never received so much attention.

There are also two temporary servants.  I played a prank on one of them, hiding away for forty-five minutes when she came to feed me.  I was on a chair at the dining room table, listening to her frantic calls of “Buddy, Buddy, where are you, Buddy?”  She was so relieved when I came out.  She hasn’t come back since.  But she has a cat at her house because I could smell him.  I suppose it was rather naughty of me but everyone needs a laugh occasionally.

The other servant came to feed me twice and I was nice to her.  However , instead of giving me all her attention she began talking on the phone.  I jumped up in her lap and patted her face with my paws.  I think she likes me.

The food is my only complaint.  At first I was given some hard dry food, an expensive brand but not to my taste. I love the wet food they feed me but I refused to eat the dry stuff. They finally bought me a dry food that I like. Perhaps I shouldn’t be picky but this is a high class kitty spa and I will only eat what I like. I suspect that they are trying to help me lose weight as some spas do, but listen people “I am not fat, I’m just furry.”

Oh! Time to go. Mommy is on her computer when she really should be petting me.

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