Big Georgies Adventures

Chapter 2

Flash forward to 2019
I think I'm about 6 years old. I'm living with Susan, the woman who picked me up of the farm. She's with a different man now. His name is Corey. A dog and another cat live here too. I don't care for the dog; the cats name is Lola. I don't care for her either.
Susan and Corey keep packing things up and talking about me. I recognize when they say my name, George. I'm not sure why, they keep repeating the word Montana. I've had to move before, but only houses, where is Montana?
After a few sleeps of watching them pack their things and putting it in the car, I notice they're not putting my things in the car too. Almost the whole house is packed.
I need to investigate.
I meow to Susan. She sits on the floor next to me and rubs my ears. My favorite rubs. She says something about living with Coreys grandma. I'm not sure what that means.
There's knocking on the door now. I must flatten my ears in case of danger. It's Matt. The second guy Susan has been with. Why is he roping up the dog? He's making Susan cry now. Maybe she's not taking the dog with her. That's okay, I don't want to live with the dog anyways.
I crunch on my dry food. Wow I'm so hungry.
My food is so crunchy and I'm so preoccupied eating I didn't notice Coreys grandma came in. Her gray hairs sparkle in the sunlight. I look up from my food and she's walking towards me. She wants to give me some pets I think.
No thank you grandma. I sprint towards Susan's room with the bed. My belly fat swings back and forth on the way. I crawl underneath and hide.
Susan calls out to me, she uses my full name, Georgie Porgie. I prefer George. But then I smell treats.
Crunchy squares, my favorite. My eyes get bigger as the smell gets closer. The beef flavor, so tasty. My nose and tummy are doing a dance. I slowly paw forward out from underneath the bed.
Omg a big pile of my favorite treats were just waiting for me. Susan pats me on the noggin as I crunch on mouthfuls of my treats. She begins to give me butt scritches. Omg wow, I lick the air in satisfaction as my tail stiffens and my behind raises.
I'm too endowed to the love I'm receiving to notice the crate near me. Coreys grandmother holds the door open as I begin to notice it. I try to escape but Susan has a hold of my rump and my neck.
I'm trapped! What's going on? I was pushed into the crate, the door locked behind me as I struggled to turn around, treats were dropped in through the slots in the door of the crate.
They've tricked me.
Grandma lifts my crate and carries me to what must be her truck. I get tossed in the tailgate as I notice her dog in the backseat.
Must be nice. I'm waiting for what seems like hours as I watch them carry my things into the back of the truck. My litter box, my food, my treats.
Hours later we're at grandmas house. I'm carried inside. It smells different, and it looks different. I almost forgot about the dog until I hear the clicking of it's toe beans on the floors. I need to escape or hide somewhere.
This was where I spent the next few months. Always people in and out, the dumb, smelly dog. Before I know it, I'm back in the crate.
I'm in the dogs cage this time. They've put my food, cat litter, and water all in the cage with me. My crate is next to me in the back of the truck. Of course the filthy dog rides in front with grandma and grandpa.
I was hearing talk of Michigan, that's where I live, and Florida and winter. I could only retain the repeated words. I'm not a fan of the winter, that's when it gets cold, but my fur is warm I guess.
Anyways, I feel the truck moving and that's when I get more anxious. I want someone to hold me, why am I in the back? The water is splashing on me and the movement of the truck keeps toppling me over. I might as well lay down. The water is freezing. It's gotten everywhere. It's clumping my litter, moistening my crunchy food. I hate moist food. I hate being cold and wet. I can't sleep, I'm soaked in water, cat litter is sticking to me, yuck.
Every few hours the truck stops, they're walking the dog, I can hear it barking. I scream out for them. They need to notice me. I can't stay like this, I want to be warm and dry. My fur is crusty and glued together by the litter.
I scream louder. I yell out. I need help.
But I only hear a banging on the door in response.
I finally get some rest, after the water dries. I wake up to the sound of the car stopping again. There's a bunch of talking this time, and another car. They're not taking the dog out though. I stand up and start screeching my voice. The tailgate gets opened and I see grandma and grandpa talking to someone familiar. I'm too distressed to try to remember who it is, but she got happy when she saw me, but her smile quickly turned as she looked closer.
My fur was all matted, food and cat litter are sticking to me. I need to eat and I'm thirsty, I ran out of water and my food is moist.
Grandma finally opens the cage, she brings me towards my smaller crate and tries to put me in, but the other woman stopped her and took me from grandmas arms, she brought me to her car and put me in the front seat.
I recognize her smell, she's smaller than Susan. Wearing sweatpants and a big t-shirt tied in the back. She even dresses familiar.
She moves all of my things to the back of her car, I'm so anxious though I just want to go home and sleep and eat food. She opens the door and starts the car.
As soon as she says my name, George, my eyes lit up and I turned my ears towards her, could it really be her?