Big skies, lots of open lands and pretty stuff. That’s what Montana is supposed to be right? A cat should be so happy here! I should be out chasing buffalo or rounding up cattle.
We’ve now been in Montana for almost a month, and I have to say – I’m not impressed.
My view all day is of big trucks coming and going. My walks in the evening are all on asphalt and avoiding pools of oil. I can’t even stay outside on my own in the evenings, because a tow truck might run me over.
I’ve not munched on a blade of grass or enjoyed the shade of a tree in weeks!
My people are so busy reading old books about engines, and taking pictures of shafts, sleeves and gears. They debate things like N65 versus N70 – like, that matters??
Meanwhile, I’ve not stalked a bird, lizard or rodent.
I’m going stir crazy! There’s only so many cat naps I can take.
What’s a cat to do???
Please.. someone. You have to have some spare lizards laying around you could send me??