Okay, here's my story since you last heard from me. I've discovered that RVing is not all bad. I found a nice little hidey-hole on the bed, and that's where I head when I hear the little ding-ding-ding that accompanies the key turning in the ignition. One ding and I'm like a stealth bomber, tearing through the motorhome without leaving even a whisper of a sound. I stay there until we stop, and I try to rest, but it's impossible with all the bouncing around in the back end of a motorhome. So when we stop for the night, I have a lot of catching up on sleep to keep me occupied and out of trouble.
I would love to say I'm allowed to lie stretched out on the dashboard while we're going down the road, showing off my fabulous physique. But that's not working with my people. They like to see out the windshield. Who knew? Oh well, no one can see my handsomeness tucked away in the back on the bed, but I've learned to live without the constant adoration I'm due.
I'm still waiting for my people to download the gorgeous pictures of me looking out the window at the ducks on the lake in California. Now I'm parked on yet another lake where Canada Geese like to frolic, I'm told. I'll keep my eyes peeled for them, but it's not as easy to stretch out on the dash and watch for them, like I did in Arizona. You see, there's no sun here - only rain so far. And it's c-o-l-d! So what's the point? No sun, no crowds to admire my muscular self, so why bother - except to watch for those danged ducks. I'm hoping I'll hear them honking so I can jump up to watch if, and when, they show up.
I don't know - do geese like rain? Oh right - they like to swim, so they must like water falling from the sky as much as they like it under them. Not me, though. I'm staying nice and dry waiting for a sunny day when I can once again stretch out across the dashboard to sun myself and watch for those noisy, waddling geese. I guess that it's too much to expect to be allowed out to chase them . . .
Until next time - m-e-o-w!
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