*sniffle*
I had to ride in the box the other day. It was such a nasty trick. I was having a lovely nap on my bed when Megan came up and started rubbing me. Then she picked me up and walked out of the bedroom. I didn't know anything was up until we got to the guest room and I saw the box on the bed. I tried to wiggle out of her arms but all that working out seems to be working for Meg. She got me into the box and the lid on before I could even say, "Bella! RUN!!"
Then she put us in the car and drove for days until we got here to her place. It's not so horrible here but I'm still a little bit peeved at Megan for putting us through that horrible ordeal.
This morning, I was accosted by Harley. He really is such a snotwad. Millie, at least, is nice, if a bit standoffish.
The Tuna Time is good, but it was late yesterday--nearly 7:00! Megan was gone all day at some choir rehearsal and neglected us for a whole day. The litter boxes are stinky but she says she's going to clean them as soon as she finishes typing this for me.
I slept on her bed last night but I refused to cuddle with her. Honestly, Mommy, she has put us through such an ordeal in the last few days. I really don't know what to make of it all.
When are you coming home? Will you bring me some tuna-flavored fortune cookies?
Love, Duchess
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