Posted by Loulou on Jan 18, 2016 | 3 comments

I’m just trying to balance myself in the car while I sleep. Cool, huh? 

Oh, boy, there I was in my cage…er…traveling quarters, and I have to tell you it was not a picnic. Which the anthros stopped to have, or rather not exactly a picnic but a sandwich-is-there, which is their way of saying sandwich because of that silly joke, “Why will you never starve on a desert island?  Because of the sand which is there.” (There should be a comma after sand, but what the heck…)

Corny, right?

So back to my ordeal. We, I should say they stop for a bite and guess who gets NONE, ZILCH, NADA, NIENTE, ZERO? One guess.

So they stopped, and I starved.  Hey, you can’t win ’em all, can you?

But now we are here, finally, and I’m going to have to take a much-needed nap before telling you any more tales about the place they have thrust me into with no lunch.  But you can bet I’m getting dinner or someone will pay.

This place had better have some redeeming graces, somewhere.

Like kibble provençal or stuffed pigeon a la niçoise.

Nobody’s stuffin’ me, baby!

Hah, that’s a hint for where we are…

I’ll tell all tomorrow.

I’m beat…travel isn’t what it used to be.