|That big red and white thing is the boat|
My two humans – I call one Driver, and the other one Servant– and I are waiting at the car ferry terminal on Isla for a big boat to take us to Cancun. I have seen this boat leaving and arriving many times when we are out and about on the island, but I have never been on it. Big Adventure Day for me!
Oh, oh. That can’t be good. Thomas also warned me about going to the veterinary, or as he calls them, Cat-Doctors. He said they do terrible things to animals. I wish Thomas hadn’t told me all these bad stories. I accidentally farted again as we went into the building.
|This big cat lives at the Cat- Doctors’ place|
Inside there was a huge fluffy cat that looked a bit like Thomas. He didn’t seem to be worried that he lived in the Cat-Doctors’ building. Still, I was well behaved just in case. The two Cat-Doctors took weird see-through photos of my back, legs, and pelvis because when I am tired I run on three legs. I was hit by a car a few years ago, before I adopted Driver and Servant, and my back right leg doesn’t work as well as the other ones. The Cat-Doctors agreed that my joints looked okay, but my muscles on the right side needed strengthening – they prescribed less running and more swimming. Swimming is okay, but I love to run! I’m not sure I agree with their treatment. We’ll see.
|Christmas flowers at Home Depot store|
Fortunately for me the Cat-Doctors let me leave without doing nasty things to me. So far all the bad stories Thomas told me about Cancun have been big fat fibs. I think he was trying to scare me. Our next stop was at Home Depot where Servant and I waited outside in the shade and Driver went inside to buy a few things for our house on Isla Mujeres. Servant was amused to see Poinsettia flowers and Canadian fir trees being delivered in early November to a store in Mexico. Something about it was ‘way too early, or something like that. Personally I don’t think it is ever too early to have a tree. Every house should have a Christmas tree, all year around, for the dog to pee on.
|This is living – riding in a convertible|
Finally we are headed back to Punta Sam, my ears are flying in the cooling breeze and I am looking forward to getting home.
But, not yet. We have to wait until the boat arrives for the three o’clock sailing. I stretched out in the shade, keeping a sharp eye out for the gang of dogs that live at the ferry terminal.
When the boat arrived and unloaded a man drove his big truck – the one my humans call the poo-sucker – on board and he emptied the holding tanks. Then, at last thirty minutes late, we are allowed to board the boat. We still can’t get out of the car, but I’m too tired to care anymore. I collapsed on the back seat in amongst the parcels and tried to snooze while we headed back to Isla Mujeres.
He just flicked his bushy tail at me and smirked. “Got ya!”
Sometimes living with a know-it-all cat can be so frustrating.