The Gray Box

Well, it happened again and each time it happens we don’t like it. Yep, the dreaded big gray box with the handle came out.

Mom brought it out last night. She thought we wouldn’t see it, but we did. Every time that big gray box with the handle comes out Mom disappears. Sure enough, she isn’t here anywhere. I even looked under the bed, but she wasn’t there either. I know the routine though. Sometime later tonight I will hear Mom and she will be in the shiny box with lights that sits on the kitchen counter. I’m still not sure exactly how she gets in there, especially with that big gray box with the handle, but somehow she does. I know she is going to be gone for several days too because it was the big gray box with the handle that came out, not the small gray box with the handle because it is still upstairs. I’ve figured that out a while back, the bigger the gray box with the handle the longer Mom is gone. We sure do miss her when she is not here, but Dad will take real good care of us as always. Remember, adopt cats, we deserve it! Purrrr! Zip! Later!

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