Dizzy...so ..dizzy

JesusMaryMotherofGod.

It is hard to describe. Exciting. Nightmarish. Busy. Nauseating. All these words describe the last few days of my life. I hardly know where to begin.

Let's start with nauseating. After these Bigs showed up in our apt and took away the forest of cardboard, BigKitty kept going from room to room and spraying chemical-bad smells on everything. Gross. Then she left me alone in the apt. for several hours. Just me and The Box. So, of course, later that night when we were driving to who-knows-where on twisting, rolling roads...I threw up. I mean, major nausea had set in folks. Not just a little salivating or gurgling, but full on, body convulsing, there's-everything-I-ate today vomiting. Then!! BigKitty didn't clean it up right away, so I had to sit in my barf for a while. Not good. really not good

Finally the trip ends (I didn't throw up again, the roads got smoother and BigKitty slowed down). We end up, not at GranCat's like we sometimes do, but in a place I'd never smelled before. It is HUGE. There's, like, rooms and rooms and rooms in this place. Mostly it smelled like fake lemon at first (enough to make any animal throw up), but that's faded and now I can smell even more interesting smells. There's a lot of strange noises too - some of them close by. The Bigs next door seem to have kittBigs and they're pretty noisy. On the other side are these Bigs that are only around durning daytime. Most of the noise comes from outside the front of the house, though. Sounds like cars. and something else. something big. It hoots like an owl sometimes, but like the biggest fucking owl you ever heard. a big mechanical owl.

I'm starting to get settled in now. At first all I could do was walk from room to room to room, upstairs, downstairs, front stairs, backstairs. I followed BigKitty around a lot and when she would sit I would go in circles from room to room. Got a bit dizzy after a while.

But I didn't throw up again.