AbbietheKitty asked about my recent trip across Minnesota, North Dakota, and Montana. Thank you very much for your concern, AbbietheKitty. The trip was fine. I am not happy about travel, but one does what one must.
My librarian drove safely, if not quietly. She sang along with the radio and CDs, played the harmonica occasionally, and cackled while listening to David Sedaris read "Naked." I think I put up with it quite well. She didn't need to stuff the motel pillows into the holes that led under that bed; I wasn't going to stay there.
However, in Missoula, we stayed at the home of Ben and Amanda. They look like this:
They appear to be normal, I suppose. But their Cat, well...
He is Formidable.
For one, he is large, very large, larger than I, and nothing Fatty about him. He is also very expressive. You might even say articulate. And what he was articulating sounded distinctly threatening. I think I'm glad I didn't meet him nose to nose, even if he does wear Soft claws.
But, what can one do when one's home is invaded by a Stranger? I empathize with Hendrix. We sniffed at each other with a door panel between us, but that's all we were allowed to do. Who knows what great partnerships have been thwarted by over-protective companions, eh, AbbietheKitty?
2 comments:
Dear FK,
Thank you for the commentary. I am glad I didn't meet Hendrix. He would have scared me for sure and I am just starting to be brave.
I sat at the table while they played cards again last night. Bruce came from behind but isn't ahead yet. Mom still it.
Love,
Abigail
Dear FK,
You left just at the wrong time. Now that it has started getting cold little mice are coming in Grandma Maggie and Grandpa Bruce's house. Alice won't let me play with them, she is a little piggy.
However if you were here we could double team her and get some mouse time. Missing you,
AbbietheKitty
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