The Russell Report.

By Russell

I was very scared today when suddenly I was in the troll box, then in the car, then off to who knew where. I cried and cried because I thought I was going back to the shelter or something. It was about a year ago when that whole adoption yo yo thing happened and I was remembering how awful that time was, all those months before I met Mom and she took me home. I was so afraid that she'd changed her mind because I'd pulled the living room curtain rod out of the wall too many times, or I'd teased Caroline once too often, or because I only let her do some of my toes and squirm with the strength of Atlas to get away from her so she can't do the rest. So I was crying my most pitiful and remorseful and heart-wrenching cries.

I went to the cat fix-it place, and even though I'd been there before, I still remember having seen other fix-it people only to be shuttled from place to place. And not only that, but I didn't see the same guy I saw before, which I thought was a very bad sign.

But it wasn't. I actually saw our regular vet this time and I know everybody loves Dr. R. She was very nice. And not only that, but everybody was all squee! when they saw me–even Mom heard the adoration when I was in the lab! So that was kind of fun and it alleviated some of the pain for being stabbed and poked a million times. I got a shiny red tag for my troubles, too.

Of course, now William is doing his troll bit and hissing and whining at me, all because I smell like the fix-it place. The girls just sniffed and proceeded to ignore me. But do you know the good thing that happened? I actually got to eat all the dinner Mom put out because no one would come near me! I think that was kind of fun, too, even if they are all in a snit for not eating.

I loved seeing Aunt L yesterday. And I met Uncle B, too. He pet us and threw toys to us. My mom was kind of hogging their time, though. And because they're downsizing, they left us some furniture-like objects that we can play on, which is always very exciting. But I'm sorry the visit was so short because I love Aunt L.



And now I'm just wondering when William will stop being a troll and start being my bud again.