Hello Again,
I said there'd be another story. This time I want to tell you about my trips with my "family" to Memphis. While my "humans" explored the fair city, I spent my time in a cage--not their choice or mine but hotel rules. I guess they were afraid that I might do one of my famous "Houdini" escapes when the maid came to clean the room. (My "humans" told on me.) Or maybe they didn't know what kind of "damage" a four month old kitten could do with their curtains. I was a climber in those days. But after one episode, much later, that scared one of my lives out of me -- I never tried climbing curtains again.My time was in the evenings when my "humans"--all tired out--would come in for the night. They would let me out of my cage for a couple of hours before they went to bed. That's when I would get into mischief -- as they put it. First, I would inspect their goods--very carefully--that they had purchased. If a claw got in the least little thing they threatened to rearrange my anatomy! I didn't get rearranged so I guess I didn't hurt anything. Then I would run ferociously around the room, hiding under the bed -- always a good tactic to keep from getting put back in the cage. But they always won out (two against one -- unfair) and I ended up back in the cage.One night, I took it upon myself to climb, not the curtain, but the wall -- literally! It wasn't that difficult to do either. With these good claws of mine, I just dug in and climbed that wallpaper. Fortunately, it was a textured wallpaper so my claw marks didn't show. Amazingly, I didn't get into trouble for doing it. My "humans" laughed so hard at my antics that they, I guess, forgot to scold me. Lucky me!I tried that again the next year but it didn't work too well. Besides being over a year old and a few pounds heavier, the hotel had removed the wallpaper and PAINTED the walls! So when I jumped to the wall from the bed, I slid right down that wall to the floor between the bed and the wall!I've been to Memphis 8 times and I still haven't seen hardly ANY of the fair city. I hold down the "fort" (er -- room) while my "humans" are gone all day. But I wasn't alone for 5 of those trips. They had a D-O-G too -- named Missy! I must admit we had our differences and didn't always get along but she was company in those days. Now that she's gone, (sigh) -- I miss her. But that makes me an only again. So it has it's benefits.Something went wrong this year -- we didn't go to Memphis! My "humans" must be slipping! Maybe we will go in January! Brrrr! I'd rather go in August!I don't do winters -- at least not here in Tennessee! I was born a FLORIDA cat! We've been here two years in a place called Lawrenceburg! It isn't bad but I sure miss sunny WARM Florida! There's nothing like December in Florida -- WARM! They have something called SNOW here. I've had an experience with that and will have to tell you about that later! And I want to tell you about my "humans" getting ready to move here -- but not now. I'll keep that for later too! With that I think I will stop for now. -- Rascal
