Posted by on May 7, 2019 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Practicing my dance steps for a date…someday.

Well, papa has asked mama for a date tonight and of course she has no idea where they are going, but I will be certain to report tomorrow.

Those two are nutty for dates!  I mean going on them, not the fruit.  Or is it a fruit?

They used to call a certain kind of date a “whisk”, as in being whisked away to somewhere unknown and fun.  Once in Los Angeles papa whisked mama away to the airport and started for the planes for London and mama cried, “OH, NO, I don’t even have a coat or anything with me” at which point he changed direction and they ended up on a short flight to San Francisco, wherever that is, and because of that really cheap flight and unusual offer from what was then TWA (whatever that is), they were able to fly around for years on a two-for-one ticket price!

Papa says that they were the reason TWA went under, haha.

So, stayed tuned for tonight’s surprise.

But I still don’t understand this whiskering away thing.  Sounds like it’s something for us kitties!

I think I’ll floss, just in case I get asked…