One day I was put into one of those god-awful cages, along with all sorts of other stuff, but no cat jewelry, and Sherman, in his cage, I think they call them carriers. We were then put into the car.

This was humiliating. What was going to happen to us? It’s times like this that I guess I do care for Sherman. Since we’re in the same boat and can help each other out.

Then we drove and drove and drove. Some place called Michigan was where I heard them say we were going, but why did we have to go too? Why couldn’t we just stay home like usual. It’s so much nicer there. At least mommy and daddy were going too.

It couldn’t be all bad. After what seemed like endless hours upon hours, we arrived at our destination. I couldn’t sleep, but me and Sherman whined a lot. It was Grand Rapids. We stayed in a Motel and Sherman found a nice snug spot in a tear in the mattress. At least he thought it was good. Mommy and daddy didn’t. They’re bigger than us. Need I say more?

Then in the morning, we got stuffed in our cages again. And loaded in the car. Just when I thought this ordeal was over, it started over again. I thought yesterday was bad. Today was worse.

It was the longest ride I ever had! We went the full length of Michigan.

We saw Traverse Bay, where Sherman and I went outside on leashes. I seemed to kinda like it, but Sherman dug in his heels. This was definitely not going our way.

But you think that was all? Cage time again. And more driving. Then dinner in Charlevoix, for the big ones but not for me and Sherman! We had to stay in the car. In the cages.

Then more driving. Finally, we got out of the cages and I had to pinch myself because I thought I’d gone to Heaven. Here we were in the cutest little almost cat-sized cabin. Plenty to explore, but not too much. Me and Sherman (Yecch!) and mommy and daddy.

From what I could hear from them, this was going to be our home for a week in a place called Petoskey. It was definitely worth the trip. This was a really nice place. And small. And to my liking.

Mommy did her thing, whatever that is. One day daddy took a bike ride all the way into Harbor springs. Wherever that is. Boy did I hear about that. It must have been some ride.

Then one day mommy and daddy got in the car and left us here in the middle of nowhere in the cabin, and took off.

It was dark out when they finally got back, but things didn’t seem the same. As the story went, while they were gone, mommy broke her arm. Badly. She was taking pictures at a Fort (she should have been taking them of me and Sherman) in Mackinac City, when she stepped off a low stairway, tripped and landed on her arm and broke it.

They had to drive over the Bridge (I’m glad I didn’t have to do that one) so they could have the arm X-Rayed and set (whatever that means). Any way, after two hospitals, in St Ignace and then Petoskey, they finally got home to the cabin.

But then all hell broke loose in the Morning. They had to cut the trip short. We got thrown in the cages again. I thought they had lost them. And they drove and drove and drove. We cage dwellers had to pee something fierce, but we held on.

When the whole ordeal was over, we were back at home in Chicago. Mommy had to see a Doctor about her arm. She then had to have surgery (whatever that is).

But then things got better again. Mommy was home. She didn’t have to go to work. It was something about the arm. She stayed home for nearly two months, worked out on funny machines. And then returned to work.