Last light I heard My 'The Him ' and 'The Her' returning from wherever they disappear to when I let them go. As usual there was a rustle of bags and I hoped there was something for me in there. I even risked an eye to check in case one of them came to offer me a treat. It happened. My 'The Her' was thrown a bag which she opened near me and oh what a smell, it nearly drove me mad, I had to have it. All I actually got was three very small pieces of it but I know that I want more and I shall have it.
The clearway was left open as there was heat and I was able to go out to relieve myself. It was just as well because I noticed my toilet tray had gone from it's usual place to be replaced by a large box with a cover. It looked just like the box they put me in to carry me to the white fur person who puts needles in me. If they thought I was falling for that they'd have to think again. This was not a good change.
Later that light they went out again.It's like they have an itch to scratch and they must go out to do it. Still, they have to play I suppose. But as they went the clearway was closed. That was fine then....but a little later I needed some relief. I checked and my toilet was still not there. It was old, it was tired and tatty but it was MINE. To put this box in it's place was plain wrong. I searched but mine toilet was not to be found. This is where my famous teaching skills came into play. I found my relief in the shape of the foot furs My 'The Her' wears on her paws. They were comfortable and left on the floor so it must have been for me. But if not, this was my lesson, ' Don't remove my toilet without putting a replacement there for me.'
They returned a while later and I heard a shriek. It was My 'The Him' moaning at the puddle on the floor whereupon he picked me up and placed me outside the now open clearway. Why? I had no further need to relieve myself just then. My 'The Her' attacked the floor with a mop and her foot furs went into the bin for some reason. When I wandered back in she picked me up and carried me to the new box. She pushed open a flap and pointed to the inside, "Cat litter " she said " your toilet". Now why hadn't she told me this before and said there was a change. After all, a change is as good as a rest and this one to give me more privacy was good change as I always say.