Since the Tink and I are holed up in Maine and our sisfur has gone from a satin-pillowed diva to a travelin' road hag, we thought we'd turn over this post to her and Mom Julie's adventures.
Like spotting a mouth-watering bird hood ornament on an old Ford Model A..
Or, telling the story about a bicycle rider who sneaked up on Mom Julie while she was trying to tend to Stasia after a little highway horking. After a few dips and runs on the back roads of Virginia, that old familiar sound brought the car over to the side of the road. While the mom was trying to clean off the PTUs bedding, a man came up and started talking in a dialect neither of them could understand. Figuring the guy was one sneaker short of a shoelace, they both got out of there and in about five hours were in Maryland.
It hasn't been all hair and fur-raising. On a quiet hotel evening, Stasia's been caught watching TV.
Back at the ranch, it's spring window whiffies for Tinker and me while Anastasia and Mom Julie are high-fiving truckers and stuffing themselves on biscuits and gravy.
I can't wait for usl to get back together in our forever home.
Hope you're all doing okay. We miss you.
Til next time,
Tom, Tinker, Mom Julie and Anastasia
Pee ess: Mom Julie here--just discovered that today is National Hairball Awareness Day. Glad we could share the above story! Tom says to please excuse his calling Stasia a hag. He's been wanting to bring her down to earth for a long time..:) Have a great day!