Landed

Of course I’m under the bed. Where would YOU be after such a trauma?

Okay, we’re here.  Finally.

I’m certainly here, under the bed. Where else after a rocky crossing, one regurgitation, and infinite patience with what seemed like thousands of anthros all going on vacation with tiny anthros, all of whom wanted to peer into my cage…er…traveling compartment and see just what was moving around in there?

A kitty, you dumbells! What else has ears and a muzzle and whiskers and a little pink nose and looks really put out at the situation that doesn’t appear to have any end on the horizon?

But I weathered it, so to speak.

We all did, and mama praised me to the skies because we were late by three hours and could stay in our cabin because they are very nice about that, knowing that there is a Loulou in there (but they weren’t so happy about the little white towel that I unhappily left my dinner on…) and so they just let us know when cars are about to drive OFF OF THAT THING and onto dry land, thank the great kitty in the sky!

My legs are wobbly.

I’m rocking in my sleep.

But I did it and I’m proud.   Maybe next time I can just put on floaties and swim…

This is not my ROCK! And where’s the FOOD?