We get up whenever, nibble on breakfast, lunch, or both (depending on when we get up), then throw everything into the Catmobile and strap in the litter. Kitten loads up the CD player, the rest of us take our insulin, and we’re gone. Top off the tank in town, then turn around and pick up the back roads again. We climb into a typical mountain Spring day – sunlight pooling in rocky hollows, snaky tendrils of mist giving away the location of unseen streams, and sprays of dogwoods in bloom looking like clouds hung up on the balsam and birch trees.Another trip through the tunnels, like the world’s slowest strobe light, and we’re back into the local version of civilization. A few hours on the highway and we’re home and glad of it. It’s nice to travel and visit family, but I missed my computer, and Mrs. Cat missed catnapping on our bed, which is larger than any Mama Cat has.
It’s a good day.
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