After 3 hours in my carrier cage, I find my self in a vaguely familiar setting full of old smells, fascinating noises outside, and best of all, a vacation from the "other"! It took me no time to relax in the sun or to camp out on tabletops with the best view of the world passing by outside. One unfortunate thing is that up here, there is only one food dish to sample from, and it seems to be usually empty. I think they expect me to run around and catch mice, but only in their dreams (and mine).
Awww. When your whiskers point forward (as in exhibit b), it's a sign that you're so happy, you can hardly contain yourself. want some of that sunshine in Chicago!
ReplyDeleteThor, my beloved, just a few more weeks until I can squeeze your soft gray belly!
ReplyDeleteThor... I dream you every night... let me know you think about me too.
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