Posted by on May 30, 2019 | 14 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So there I am, taking my sweet time to get to know my surroundings, which are formidable compared to a woodpile, that’s for sure, and I am trying to find my way and mind my own business and, in general, make no ripples in the river (whatever that means), and there is a knock at our door.  I can’t help running downstairs to see what’s up.

You know, in a small town, news spreads fast, and I suddenly realize that I AM THE NEWS!  In my quiet solitude, meandering room to room, I am suddenly overwhelmed by…OH, NO, GRANDANTHROS of mama and papa who have heard that there is a KITTY, come to visit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND THEY ARE ATTACKING ME WITH KISSES AND HUGS!

What kind of a household is this anyway?  Have I erred?  I’ve heard it’s human, and boy, do I NOT want to be one of those!

 

 

 

 

 

 

HERE THEY GO AGAIN – Arggggh!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is this what I am in for with my life decision?  Constant cuddling, oohs and ahhhs and grand anthros visiting ad nauseam in order to practice their snuggles and rapturous comments on my being?

What was I to say…?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, Okay…skake!