Tag Archives: Travelling Cat

Adios, but not Goodbye (just yet)

So it’s been decided I shall stay here, and now the dreaded time has come. The Cap’n and The Mariner have packed their bags, secured the boat and are ready to leave. They are happy that I will be taken good … Continue reading

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Room at the Inn?

As I’m getting on so well with the lovely Desa, maybe there’s a chance I could stay here while The Cap’n and The Mariner go back home. There’s plenty of space for one extra cat… … and I’ll still be near the … Continue reading

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Just Good Friends

That’s odd. Just two days ago I thought Desa was the hottest thing on paws, but today…well, she’s lovely and everything, but I’d rather just be friends. I don’t even fancy the cushions anymore – today they’re just soft furnishings. What’s that … Continue reading

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Now You See ‘Em, Now You Don’t

Don’t remember much about yesterday. We were in the bus, we were in the vets…then…all went kind of misty. And numb. And it was a rubbish hair cut because I look exactly the same. However…well, something’s not quite the same. … Continue reading

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On the Road…Again

And we’re back on the road again. Think I might be going for a haircut, as they’ve been making subtle scissor-action gestures since we left the Vista Rio. They don’t think I’ve noticed though, so it’s obviously meant as a … Continue reading

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Pushing Brooms

Getting fed up with all this cleaning malarkey. The Cap’n’s trying to teach me the dustpan and brush. But I’m really not bothered. As soon as his back’s turned, my mind wanders off and all I can think of is my lovely … Continue reading

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In the Immortal words of Donna Summer…

…I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel luh-huhve. Can’t stop thinking about Desa; her eyes, her ears, her paws…my heart’s going thumpety-thump, I’m tying myself in knots here.

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