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]