"He took forever to make sure that my passport was in order. Cat hater! It's OK for him, he had a comfy chair while I was squashed inside a tiny cage with not enough room to swing a mouse."
"Mind you it might have helped if my humans had got me a real passport. You know, one with a photo, rather than a sheet of paper everyone called an import permit."
"I'm here in Catbodia now, though I must say I ain't loving it. This new place I'm in is pokey and I'm stuck inside- a prisoner- almost all day except when Mrs Human takes me outside for a walk. A walk on a lead! A lead- can you believe it!?"
"Still I'm told this is only temporary and soon I'll have a big house and garden stuffed with mice and lizards. Yeah? I will believe that when I see it. I've been through a lot these last few weeks and I'm not trusting anyone just yet..."
"OK time for dinner (some sort of canned rubbish, I expect) I might return later to give the full story of my frightful flight; if I can be bothered and anyone says they are interested..."
Vanna T. Cat