Well, home is where the heart is, they say, but for me, home is where the kibble is. Not that hearts don’t count. There are two around here that make me very, very happy, and I’m pretty sure that my little heart beating away makes THEM happy, but it’s nice to be OUT of that car!!!
Isn’t it funny, mama says, that you can get all riled up about traveling somewhere new and thinking about what to pack and anticipating all the nice new things you will see and hear and eat and experience, but when it gets down to the wire, you sort of want to unpack and just stay home.
Mama says it’s because she’s not 30 any longer. Hmmm…30, eh? Maybe add a few numbers there, no? Uh, oh, she’s looking at me funny after she saw what I wrote. Okay, okay, maybe it’s just that where you are at the time you think you want to travel is a very pleasant place and you know where things are and you have a routine and the idea of skipping all over the place just isn’t your favorite idea right now. But travel is suppose to build character and make you more tolerant of others’ folkways and mores and broaden your horizons, right?
Well, it does that for sure, mama says, but travel isn’t what it used to be when it was a bit more civilized and there weren’t body checks and security cameras and rules for liquids and sharp items in carry-ons and then the same thing over again when you decide to come home…
Still…I’m pretty good on these short jaunts, but today all day long I am going to practice teleportation, which I know exists because I was looking for my mouse and it was NOWHERE and then it was there, right on top of my body. Maybe he’ll give me lessons…
Ayeee! He jumped right on my BODY! Harassmouse! Harassmouse!
Teleporting is the best way to travel. 😉
Yeah, now if only I could swing it!
Glad you are safely home after a fun trip with your pawrents. Now you can all nap.
Hear, hear. Or rather, here, here. I hope your troubles are solved…upgrade Thunderbird, papa says.