Posted by on May 4, 2016 | 10 comments

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Me, thinking.

I was just thinking how nice it is when a good friend or friends go away and you miss them really a lot and then they come back, all happy to be back on their own turf and sleeping in their own beds and catching sight of their little kitty outdoors before the kitty sees them (HAH, I saw them and turned my back, so there) and then that particular kitty turns around and sees that her family is complete again and suddenly, all’s right with the world.  Plus it’s dinner time.

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Is that those wastrels?

Don’t you love it when that happens.  It’s the same with anthros, too, because I know that mama and papa are pretty sad to leave good friends where they were and they miss MY Grandma Ros and Grandpa Barrie and papa’s sister and various people around the globe, but oh, boy, when they get back, they are pretty wired again and it’s like going on a new trip just being HERE WITH ME!

I have been invited to Maui next time and you never know.  I just may get my gear together and pack ahead of time, just in case.  I DO have a passport, you know, and it will take me anywhere I choose to go.

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Mon passeport.  Avec catitude…

If I choose.

Maybe.

Many moons from now.

Or even longer than that.

I guess I have to confess, I am a very good traveller but it is NOT my favourite pastime as it is with some kitties who live on sailboats and such.  That’s not really my gig.

Still, it’s so nice to be invited.

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Grandma Rosiland’s pool.  Maybe she could teach me to swim.  Uh…maybe, that is.

(This is not mama’s or papa’s grandmere, unfortunately (she’s too young for that), but Rosiland has adopted me as her grandkitty and that’s that.)