Posted by on Apr 25, 2019 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My new soft home…and nip friends.

Oh, when will this be over?

Actually, I have been very well-behaved on the ship, compared to the last times, but am I going to hear about it? HAH.  Frankly, j’ai faim! Hungry!  But I know the drill…No vittles until we’re in our abode. Well, a little kibble but really, folks…

Okay, okay, to be truthful, I get both food and more recognition (whatever that is) for my good deeds than any kitty in the world, so I can’t complain.  Well, maybe not like Mr. Lagerfeld’s kitty…

Petting, snuggling, sweet caresses, papa’s eternal tummy rubs (he can’t walk by me without doing them), brushing, shiatsu on my paws, massage on my little arthritic shoulder, Tragering, you name it!  No Rolfing, please…

So what’s not to like?

Still, even with my new priso…er…carrying apartment, it’s not my gig. Oh, to be one of those kitties who lolls around on the back seat or on a deck, watching the scenery go by (or in this case, nothing but water and clouds).

Maybe I’ll see a flying fish.  One jumped right through papa’s porthole long ago when he was a young kid traveling on a ship.  But we don’t have portholes, duh.

HEY, maybe they have massages on this kooky craft—or milk baths, haha.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They DO? I’m outta here, mama…