It's another great day in the Great Northwest, and there's not too much going on in my castle. I chase the sunshine when it comes out early in the morning by finding a warm, sunny spot to stretch out in. Then I spend the rest of the day searching for just the right spot to catch a few rays. Most days, the sun doesn't stick around, so I have to try and grab one of my people's chairs to curl up in.
When we were in Arizona it was easy to find the sun, and I had my regular routine. I would climb up high in the eastern windows to catch the morning rays, then move to a side window for the middle of the day, then to the dashboard to show off my suntan to all the neighbors while I caught the warm sunshine that came through in late afternoon. It was postively yummy to toast my belly on the dash. I'm afraid my dark coloring will fade unless we start getting more sun up here in Washington.
My people took off again yesterday to somewhere by the name of Chimacum on the Olympic Penninsula. They've talked about wanting to go out there to visit one of their membership parks, and took off for the entire day like they didn't have any responsibilities back here at home. They dropped in unexpectedly on a fellow "Penwheel's" member (that's a group of writers who are also Escapees members). They only meant to stop and say a quick "Hi," but had a really nice visit with the Lahores for a couple of hours.
Now what I don't understand is: Why won't they let me out to visit my neighbors here in the park? Shouldn't I be able to drop in on the gray and white next door, or chase the Canada geese and squirrels?
Oh, I forgot, that's how I met my people in the first place, only I had been outside wandering the park for a couple of weeks by the time they took me in. I guess they think I might forget where I live again.
Till next time, purr-r-r-r.
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