Back in May while I was hiding under a bed, my people left me at my grandmeow’s in St. Louis.
I knew something was up, as just a few weeks ago we got everything out of our Oliver Travel Trailer and put it in another vehicle, drove a while and then unloaded everything.
But I wasn’t expecting my people to leave me! Every morning I searched the house for Chris & Cherie.
Grandmeow would chase me around the house with her iPad, trying to tell me that my people were in it. I could hear their voices, but there was no cuddles and scritches, so that couldn’t really be them.
It’s not so bad at grandmeow’s house tho. There are birds to watch, sunbeams and I have my own room. Plus, I have grandmeow trained to give me treats whenever I want them.
And then late one night, Cherie & Chris arrived! I was so happy.
They started packing up stuff, and I was going to make sure they took me with them this time!!
They packed up tools, clothes, electronics and bunch of stuff. And then finally… Me!!
Off to the airport we went. I know the drill now.
I get in my carry around cave, a nice person at a check point gives me a scratch on the head and declares me not to be a terrorist. And then I lay down for several hours looking at Cherie’s feet (pssst… time to repaint your toe nails!!).
My people keep saying they book us direct flights so we only have to have one landing and take-off. But I don’t believe them. This time there was an unscheduled fuel stop in Kansas City so that we could make it back to Las Vegas.
After a long drive, they plopped me inside a bus and said we were home.
It hasn’t felt like home yet, because everyday we’ve been here – I’ve been supervising projects. It’s tough work.
But at least I’m finally back with my people!