Cat Collar Disaster

My beautiful pink collar with all my royal diamonds is missing! And of course my identity tag! Without the tag I am nothing! Less than nothing! What should happen if I were to fall into the hands of ruffians? If they were to think I were a stray, Heaven Forbid, they would never know my royal status. I would be nothing in their eyes but a commoner!

Oh, woe is me! I better make sure I am not given over to temptation and go running out the door every chance I get, or I will never be recognized as Queen Bambi again.  

How could I possibly prove my identity unless someone were to take me to a Vet and have him read the id chip under my skin? Whatever could have happened to my precious collar? The whole situation is distressing!

I'm sure Miss E has been diligently searching for it. I notice she found the old stretchy blue one that Timmy kept taking off, playing with, and losing. Miss E put it back on him It fits him best and he's no longer interested in playing snaky with it. So, he is not interested in removing it.

He says the Dowager Lady Cat told him to continue wearing it for his well being. He means his imaginary friend. I don't know where the boy gets this from, but at least he is correct to keep his collar on. Now if he will leave it on permanently.

Though I will  miss my one of a kind, pink diamond collar, I am enjoying the new blue one with emergency snap that Miss E has purchased for me. I even have a new tag. And she put a heart on it, too.

Spyder's Imaginary Friend

I know what the kid is talking about. I can feel other energies. It is something my sensei taught me a long time ago during my ninja training. I am a bit rusty. So, I haven't felt the energies very strong. Though, we all keeping seeing something out of the corner of our eyes. Sometimes with my ability to use hound dog scent techniques, I can catch a whiff of faint cat. You know of course both of my teachers were dogs, so that is why I learned that secret method.

Queen Bambi seems a little nervous about the whole thing. Can't say I blame her. I try to calm
her down. But, she is a high strung royal pain in the furry behind. She goes to sulk in her boudoir a lot and doesn't come out except to watch the birds and eat.

Though, where eating is concerned, we are all wondering why there is a change in our eating opportunity. The big feeder has disappeared. We ate everything all gone, but we were surprised to see an empty space where our feeder use to be. It used to be that when we emptied it, or it was close to empty, it would be refilled.

We all wondered if the mysterious being, (as Spyder suggests is here) occupying this space with us had anything to do with it. Spyder insists that she wouldn't do such a thing. We thought he was too old for such a thing. But he seems to have an imaginary friend. We thought he was too old for such a thing. He hadn't said anything like this before.

Yet, Spyder says she has always been there. She likes to sit on the rocking chair, he says. I must admit though I have investigated the rocking chair, I have not cared to stay up there, and all I know is that there is a feeling of respect there for me, and an odd haunting energy. That is why I don't make myself at home there. Miss E has a thick cushion on it and soft blankets folded over it.

As appealing as it is, none of us bother to go there. It is almost like it has an invisible sheild around it. I can feel that much with my ninja powers.