Mom, Dad, and Ellie had their furrst weekend getaway of the year this past weekend and left me to my own devices. I had no one to talk to, no one to play with, and no one to give the stink eye to when swooping in for a kiss. With so much time on my paws and plenty of extra time in dream land, this got me thinking where I would want to go if I were brave enough to flee the homestead.
My furrst thought was going to the beach. My family raves about how relaxing it is! But then I quickly remempurred I’m not a big fan of water; unless it is in my water dish or in the form of a sponge bath. Also, I can’t image how long it would take me to get all that sand out of my fur.
My second thought was purrhaps going out to a nice dinner. Howevfurr I am almost certain there would be nothing on the menu to satisfy my tastebuds. Besides, I’m a picky eater when it comes to my wet food. I don’t entertain other than Friskies shredded wet food. Oh, and turkey sandwhiches; hold the sandwhich part.
Lastly I thought maybe going on a date with a beautiful feline would be nice. Just something simple like curling up on a blanket under the stars. Sounds romantic. Heck, who am I kitten? I’m anti-social and Mom holds the key to my heart.
I guess its back to dream land fur me.