I started off my new year in a different country. How exciting is THAT? My Mom was gone for six weeks this summer and told my Dad she missed me SO much that he had to find a vacation that would allow them to bring MOI!
My Mom and I are both December babies, which really sucks. Some people are so inconsiderate they don’t remember your birthday or they write in a Christmas card. Others use Christmas wrapping paper for your present. Or just say that the gift card they gave you was for both. Imagine if we did that to you summer babies??
Anyways, my Dad found this great chalet in Vermont. So they loaded up the car with their ski stuff and snowshoes and two of my kitty condos. Then they added my litter box.
I wasn’t impressed when the cage appeared and they opened the door. Did they really think I would just walk in and fall asleep? Of course not! But eventually Mom figured out a way to get me into the cage. And we were off.
We drove in a completely different direction. The sun was behind us. So I knew we weren’t going to the cat doctor or the Pussycat Hotel. I knew we weren’t going to visit my Grandpa either.
We drove for a long time. As I sat up in my cage, I could see that the people language on the signs were changing. The letters “E”, “A” and “I” were sometimes wearing hats on their heads. At times, they were leaning hats, and other times they looked more like roofs.
Then we stopped, and Dad put down the window. A strange-sounding man asked him questions. The man thought I was a dog. But Dad told him that I was a cat on vacation.
Now the road signs had lost their little hats. But the speed limit had dropped a lot. Dad appeared to be driving at the same speed. But police didn’t pull him over. We stopped once more before our final destination.
Mom thought I might like some fresh air. It was a great little spot, with trees and picnic tables and no other cat smells. With the cage wedged into the car amongst all of our vacation essentials, my Mom was unable to get me back into the cage. Result! I was able to sit on her lap for the remaining 45 minute drive.
The house they rented (because of me!) was great. It was nestled in the woods on a hill with a long driveway to the road. A grand gas fireplace warmed up the living area and a metal spiral staircase led to a landing and the upstairs bedrooms.
Outside we could sit on the balcony and watch the sunset. But the best part was running the woods. I had no problem avoid the thorny bushes, but my parents were getting caught up in them.
We stayed for a week. One, beautiful week. And now I understand why my parents love vaCATions. I only hope that I can join them again.
Here are some photos from my journey.