I had fun going on a day trip today.  Yup, packed my back pack and
trekked across many fields to go where the dogs stay.  I found many
rolling hills with dogs running all over the place in the sunshine
leaving fallen leaves twisting in the air behind them.  Others laid under
near by trees with eyes half shut and tongues hanging out watching their
buddies.  I found puppy Maverick watching another dog dig a huge hole
curiously.  I walked over and explained to Maverick why I was here.  I
lept up on top of his back, grabbed his ears to steer, and hit my heels
against his sides.  He jumped up and threw me off.  I guess that was
sort of condescending when I did that.  Oh well.  It was worth a try.
We had to rush though.  So we put our wings into high gear and soared
across the fields over to the bridge.
 
We watched as Whiskers, a grey-blue kitty walked across the old worn
boards.  Maverick, the dog that he is, walked over and clumsily took his
paw and tried to plop it on the poor Mr Whiskers.  Then he tried to lick
him.  Poor Mr Whiskers.  He was wondering if he rode up the rainbow just
to have this happen.  I mean what a greeting for a poor kitty!  I put a
wing between that big ole tongue of his and Mr Whiskers face.  He was
quite grateful.  That's when I told Whiskers that if he brought news of
John, Sherry and Mary that Maverick would probably be happy enough to
return to chasing rabbits in the fields.
 
So off we went, strolling through the meadow and past purpley heather
as Whiskers talked about his adventures outside in his yard and about
everything he saw with the hoomins in the home.  Maverick had the most
intent and curious look on his face.  He kept cocking his head side to
side listening as we walked.  Finally we came to where the kitties stay
and Maverick stopped dead in his tracks.  He saw endless kitties licking
their paws, vainly grooming.  Other kitties were being teased by mice and
chasing them.  Still others were trying to smack down feathers.  Maverick
was horrified.  He gave Whiskers a big thank you and promised to visit
soon.  But he had toads to locate he said (I guess that's like when
hoomins say they have to wash their hair).
 
I left Whiskers to settle in and to get used to his new fashionable
wings.  Last I saw he was hiding in a cloud, occasionally popping out
to bat a whispy cloud with his paw as it floated by.  Silly kitty!
[Posted in FML issue 5053]