|Smokey doesn't mind boxes but hates crates. And cars.|
This blog post was dictated by Smokey the Cat. And why not? When Pat's away, the cats will play.
Pat had to drive to Austin a couple of days ago. “Field trip!” she said. I told her I might rouse myself for field mice but won’t go anywhere in a car with her. I have my reasons.
Pat puts me in a crate to ride in the car. Excuse me? Nobody puts
Baby Smokey in the corner crate.
Those Buc-ee's billboards offend me. You know, the ones like “Eat here. Get gas” or “Your throne awaits.” Also, when did we start glorifying beavers? Pat says Buc-ee’s bathrooms are nice. I wouldn't know. She puts me in a crate, remember?
Pat hisses when she sees bumper stickers that say, “Secede.” They annoy her. Me, I don't have a problem with the sentiment. What has the federal government done for me lately? No Cat Left Behind never made it out of committee.
Pat drives a subcompact. I like my space. (Put a cat in a crate inside a subcompact, and what do you get? One of those Russian nesting-doll thingamabobs. Wait! I'm Texan.)
There are too many 18-wheelers on I-10. I lost my great-grandfather to one of them.
Pat worries about calories and cholesterol and won’t stop for kolaches at Weikel's or Hruska's on 71. Huh? Even a cat knows kolaches fuel Texas road trips. If I ask nicely, think she’ll bring one back for me?
Do you know any cats that enjoy road trips? Know any dogs that don’t live to jump in a vehicle and ride into the sunset?
Have you been to a Buc-ee’s? What’s your favorite food item there?