They're Baaaack

Oh my God!  So I'm sitting there minding my own business, basking in my solitude, when out of nowhere in walks mom and dad!  About 9:30 last night I see them coming through the front door, weighed down with bags and shit and cooing and whistling as if they've never seen me before.
     They left Vermont at about five yesterday morning and drove all day, getting stuck in accident traffic in Washington DC and having a close call or two while searching desperately for a place to stop and pee.  They got in and smothered me annoyingly (which I ate up)with all kinds of attention, and appeared to be very tired, fed up and glad to be home.
     They had a great time meeting dad's granddaughter and seeing some of his kids, and spending time with some of mom's family.

     Unfortunately, some of their plans fell through and they didn't get to see some family members.  It's been almost three years and they were looking forward to seeing everyone they wanted to see, but I guess things just didn't work out that way.  We'll just leave that one alone.
     
     I was actually glad to see them, and can't wait to fall back into our little routine of me being waited on hand and foot.
     I was about to toss some pictures into this post, but a certain dipshit hasn't done his part yet, so they'll have to wait. 

News From The Happy Travelers

Dad just called to let me know they got to their destination okay and were having a ball.  He said he and mom got to meet his granddaughter and play with her, and they've gotten around to see some of their old stomping ground, whatever the hell that is.
     They're staying with family up in Brattleboro, Vermont, where he says there are still piles of dirty snow here and there.  They can keep those up there, as far as I'm concerned.
     He was all excited because mom's sister gave them a gallon- that's what I said, a gallon- of pure Vermont maple syrup, something they haven't had in quite a while.
     Mom's going to have to control the flow of that stuff when they get back home.  Dad will likely have the whole damn thing gone in no time.
     Tomorrow they'll be heading to upstate New York to visit more family. 
     A lady dad works with has been stopping by to take care of my needs and keep me company. I just have to figure out a way to get her to keep her damn camera out of my face.
      It's probably a good thing someone's keeping an eye on me.  This would be a great time to throw a kegger. 
     Anyway, gotta go catch up on my quiet time. 
    

Spoiled? Nah!

 Well it's about damn time!  The sun was shining, the window was open, and dad put my favorite pillow- the one with all my dried up drool spots- up on my perch.  He actually picked the pillow and this sleeping cat up off the futon as one and gently placed us on the perch.  The air felt great, though

 still just a little cool, and the sun was amazing.  A little later on in the afternoon the sun wasn't hitting quite the right spot, so I got down.  Much to my

joy I did, however find a small spot of sun on the floor just behind the futon.  Being the sole reason for their existence I managed to get mom and dad to rearrange the furniture a little bit so that I could get to that sun spot.  You can see the square imprint from one of the futon legs by my back.  
     What these two won't do for me!