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!

And The Planning Continues

Thankfully, I won't be going up north with mom and dad.  As I'm sure I've mentioned before I don't travel too well.  I can't be locked in that damn carrier, especially for that long of a trip, and when let loose in the car I roam and try to sit in places that would get them pulled over for sure.  Besides, it isn't safe for me (even though that's how I came down here).
     Dad asked one of the ladies he works with if she would stop by and take care of me while they're gone.  I'd say I can take care of myself, but we felines were put on this planet to be served by humans, and that's just the way it is.  
     Mom's been busy working out their "itinerary", arranging visits, planning stops, and working out the details of their route.  Sounds like a lot of work if you ask me.  Why not just stay home, soaking up the sun, being pampered?  
     Let them come to you, I say.  There's always next year...