Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 3.
Tears: A few.
I really couldn't believe it yesterday; there was this horrid noise, it scared me silly, then even though it was still dark Mum emerged from under her covers! Normally I have to whimper for ages to get her up and if that doesn't work I send my sister Hinge cat, to go and tap her on the nose - sometimes she has to stick a claw up Mum's nostril, so I sneak back into my cage so Mum doesn't blame me. Not yesterday though, it still wasn't even light when we got in the van!
We set off through the village, and I thought we must be going to the beach, but she headed the wrong way. So I stuck my nose on the blowy thing and sniffed and we were heading to the park. I luv the park a lot, so I was excited, but she went straight past it. I was upset, so I stuck my nose back on the blowy thing and decided we were going to see my two really big brothers, which is also fun because Mum usually takes me in a huge-big sandy bit and throws my ball. But we went the wrong way again! I sniffed some more and it was nearly light, so I looked out of the window, but I couldn't work it out, so I curled up on the seat and went to sleep.
I woke up when I got a whiff of a place I thought I recognised, so I got up to sniff the blowy thing again. I was right. I'd only been there twice, but there was a big bit of water with birds on it, I remember lots of ball throwing. I scratched the blowy thing to make sure. Mum told me off, but I needed to check so I did it again. Mum said, 'Oh, you know where we are do you?' What a funny thing to say. Course I knew. Humans can be very odd. I got worried that she was going to keep driving, but the van started making that clicking noise it makes when we swap direction, and she said, 'Don't worry, we are going in.' There they all were, big white things, and little noisy ones, swimming on this big bit of water. I hurtled around the van, trying to get Mum to get a move on. Mum made me wait while she put her big woolly thing on, but I 'spose that was fair enough as she hasn't got enough fur. She did look a bit cold, but I was really hot, chasing my ball.
Mum kept complaining that her feet were wet, but I wanted to be in the grass.
There were some funny things,
and lots of bits of water, that I really wanted to go in,
but Mum kept telling me not to, which I thought was a bit mean, anyway I was thirsty, so I ran off and went in a bit when she wasn't paying attention.
I wanted to stay longer, but Mum seemed to want to go. For some reason she squashed me into a blue plastic box with her before we set off again - I couldn't move, especially when she tried to get her woolly thing off, so that she could pull her funny tied-up baggy trousers down. Like I say, humans are odd. When we set off again, I thought we would be going home, but she went the wrong way, so I went back to sleep with my chin on her lap. I like doing that, but every now and again, I get hit on the nose by a black knob that she seems to move about, so I went in the back, where she'd made me a huge bed. But it was no good, I wanted to be with her, so I went back in the front. I still didn't know where we were going so I went back to sleep. I love my Mum, so I knew we must be going somewhere good.
I recognised the smell of this house, that I've been to before.
But Mum drove straight past it to some place a bit further on, then she crawled into the back and got on my bed. So I went and joined her. She wasn't on it for very long though, and she left me for a little bit when some woman went into a nearby building. I panicked when she went in the building because I couldn't see her, so I called her and she came back, but then she went in another building so I stuck my nose on the see-through bit and watched the door 'til she came back out with one of those nice-smelly drinks in her hand. Then we went back to the house. Mum seemed a bit jumpy to me, so I decided to have a sniff around the garden. I found her upstairs having fights with the big bed and talking to herself, so I went to make sure she was okay, and she told me to get out of the way, so I jumped on the bed. For some reason she didn't like this, so I jumped off again. She said, 'Sorry' to me, but I don't know why, so I went and licked her and she stroked my ears (I always like that), and told me I was a good boy, so I went and curled up on the white bits that she'd piled on the floor. I couldn't really sleep because she seemed to be getting more-and-more shouty, so I closed my eyes, but kept a watch on her.
It took ages before she went downstairs. I thought I could help her lift the big thing of white bits, but she nearly fell over me, and I had to stop her from falling down the stairs, but she didn't say thanks, she yelled at me, so I ran down to the kitchen. She said sorry again, but I decided to stay in the garden for a bit and let her get on. It took ages, so while Mum was in the bathroom, I found a chewy thing in the kitchen cupboard. It was really fun pulling it to bits. I was really proud but Mum came into the sitting room, and she didn't seem pleased with me at all. She said something about me shredding the cleaning sponges, so I hopped on the settee. Then she got one of those horrible noisy things out, that eats bits up and my lovely 'sponge' vanished. I was sure I was next, so I went back outside. I don't think it was my fault that lots of wet grass came back into the kitchen with me, but Mum seemed to think that it was. Humans are very odd, but I love mine anyway. I know from our house that we live in that maybe Mum doesn't like the sucky noisy thing any more than I do, and she had to get it out again, so perhaps that was why she was cross; but she couldn't have been that cross, because she pulled my ear as she passed me. I must admit, it did all look lovely when we left.
Maybe I should help her with the noisy-sucky thing where we live, 'cos I know Dad and my Aunty Debby would like that, 'cos I've heard them saying so. I also heard Mum saying that the house we were at yesterday has to look that nice because it's a holiday cottage, (whatever one of those is), and you can stay there if you want. I'll see if I can help her make our house a holiday cottage too, it would be much easier to see where I had left all my shredded bits then.......
https://www.holidaycottages.co.uk/east-of-england/suffolk/blossom-cottage
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