Let me introduce myself.
My name is Chai, and I am a five year old West Highland Terrier. I live with my designated human, 'Cassi' and two feline horrors who answer to 'Safi' and 'Phoenix.' I prefer to call them 'Bouncy cat' and 'Monster cat' and my human 'the female two legged.'
I did have a pretty sweet deal with my two legged. We had a nice brick shelter, a me sized door that led into the garden and the human was at work everyday, and therefore not bothering me.
Then my two legged came up with the half arsed idea to move us all into a steel tube that floats on the water. I knew we were in trouble the day we went to view the tube and my two legged pulled out her notebook with a page of questions for the poor bloke trying to sell the thing.
He patiently answered them all, and my human nodded thoughtfully; in the way she does when she doesn't understand a word she is hearing. Then came the follow up call to her parental figure for translation of all the notes she had taken.
I knew then we were all in way over our heads.
Then came six weeks of pathologically giving away all of our stuff before we finally moved onto the bloody thing, and chaos commenced.
I have no end of embarrassing (for my two legged) stories to tell, and look forward to sharing them with you all.