As we were packing for our trip to St. Augustine last week, Frankie decided he wanted to go with.
My wife left on a business trip yesterday and she had plenty of help packing for it. Each of our cats did their part in making sure Mom got off to a good start on her trip.
Frankie made sure she didn’t over-pack her suitcase.
Chris helped pick out her under garments.
Puck supervised the whole operation.
Floki helped out Homeland Security by making sure nobody tampered with her carry-on bag.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him she was driving.
The next morning everyone wanted to help Mom out to her car.
I don’t care what Mick Jagger says, these are the real Mother’s Little Helpers.
This is almost a repeat of last week’s post with Chris and Puck on Rose’s suitcase. She left for a business trip to Las Vegas the Sunday before last. Since her trip was already paid for and since I hadn’t seen my mother and sister in several years, we thought it would be a good idea for Rose to extend her stay and for me to fly to Las Vegas. My mother and sister live near Phoenix and planned to drive, with their husbands, to meet us.
While I was packing, Puck did what cats always do when a suitcase is out, he climbed inside.
Does anyone have a cat that does not do this?
We returned from our eight-day cruise late Sunday afternoon and the cats were very happy to see… our luggage.
They were also happy to see us, almost as much as the luggage and we were equally happy to be home with our little boys.
The other day my stepson Nick flew down from Massachusetts to visit us for the Christmas holiday. Of course, bringing new things into the house is like a cat’s version of a new attraction at Disney World. Nick’s suitcase was of particular interest. They all had to take turns laying on it like it was their own personal bed.
First it was Frankie.
Then Frankie was distracted by Rose bringing food into the room and Chris took over.
After Chris got down Rose put a towel on the suitcase to keep the cat hair off. That is when Puck became interested in it.