Here I am, back home with my new pal, Peter the Bear. I let him sit in the chair since he is the new guy and he has a red sweater. He's an old friend of Boo's.
The Big City is nice and all. My person's mom has a well laid out place for cat-romping on three levels. It has very comfy couches and chairs and one entire staircase dedicated to cats - it's entirely covered with appropriate claw-sharpening material.
But it isn't home.
And I missed my yard.
I was getting a little nutty there not being able to go outside. The last day of our visit, there was a Big Snow (BS), so I had to help Oom and Boo dig out the car. I did the left front wheel. Then I sat on Oom's lap all the way home to try to ensure her driving resolve.
They weren't daunted by the BS, but sometimes they stop along the way to drink stuff, and then they have to stop again to pee. I don't know why they can't just use the litter box. I'm pretty sure Alex and I have seen it all.
Next blog: my homecoming adventure outside.
