Last meal

The last meal I had was some avocado and a little yoghurt with honey.

I felt content.

Then, most unexpectedly, Helena took me from my bed and placed me in the travel home. After a short time I found myself in the place full of unfamiliar animal smells. I was handled by a woman. She felt around my underarm; the pressure was uncomfortable and I struggled to get away.

Helena stroked me. Then left me.

What can I expect to happen next?

A bad trip

I was hustled into a cardboard box and taken for a ride in a car.

After a short time I was carried to a place that was noisy and smelly. I felt anxious. Confused. A short time later I found myself in a quieter space. I was removed from the box and handled by a stranger. I felt panicky. I wanted to get away from her. I was returned to the box and, before I knew it, back in my secure home with all its familiar smells.

Relieved to be back, I tucked into the tagliatelle I'd been served earlier.


The White One

Still here.

Still here.


The White One

The blanket and tissue paper are proving easier to manage; I've been able to totally block up the windows and doors in addition to insulating the roof.

Co-zee!

The White One

Keeping warm

With no-one to snuggle up with I've blocked up the windows and door, to my log cabin, with sawdust. It's a challenge to get the sawdust right up to the top as it starts to fill up the inside of the cabin.

The White One

Still Alone

Hmm.


The White One

I'm all alone now

Me and my security blanket.

The White One