It all began Monday morning when I wanted to go for a walk. I am not the patient type when it’s a beautiful day and I’m in the mood to stretch my legs. I wanted out.
Mom was at her desk. I threw myself down at her foots and emoted until she dragged her attention away from editing our next purranormal mystery. “I’m on a tight deadline,” she told me. “We are leaving town and I need to get two episodes written before we leave.”
I’m a cat. I care nuffin about deadlines. I went to the door where I saw sunshine and glorious blue skies. I yowled. I howled. I purrformed a hissy fit that could quite possibly net me a Blogpaws award for Best Cat in a Feline Drama .
It didn’t work. So I went to Plan B.
Plan B is me sitting behind Mom’s chair, moaning and talking to myself. Non-stop. For as long as it takes.
“Okay. Okay!” She put me in my Gen7Pets Regal stroller and out the door we went. Like I said, it was a glorious sunshiny day with blue skies and bird singing and flowers blooming…well, not much since it’s mid-Octopurr, but still–it was a real nice day. Especially cuz I got my own way.
Suddenly, Mom stopped pushing my Ride. “Frank! Go home!”
I peeked around my Ride to see my tabby brofur jogging along behind us. “I wanna come too,” he yowled, huffing and puffing cuz he has a tubby tummy.
He soon caught up with us, and then flopped down in front of me.
See what I mean?
Anyway, we rode along as usual, heading for the pond. I could see Frank was losing his enthusiasm for joining us on our walk. He began veering off onto the grass, and would stop and look behind us as our house got smaller and smaller in the distance.
“Did you bring a snack?” I asked. “And your hiking boots?”
“A snack? Hiking boots?” Frank looked pretty worried now. “Just how far are we going?”
“To the ends of the earth, my friend. If you didn’t bring your boots, your paws will probably fall off.”
I hid my snicker behind my paws. I’m a nice guy…except when someone intrudes on my walk with my mom.
“I don’t have any boots. I didn’t bring a snack!” Frank jogged along side my stroller. “Can I ride with you? Did you bring enough snacks for both of us?”
I squinted into the fragrant breeze as we rounded the corner. “Better turn back now. You’ve been warned.”
Suddenly, the garage monster that lived on the corner roared to life. I watched Frank flattened himself on the road. As the giant maw of the monster widened, Frank looked like he was ready to burst into tears.
“I warned you,” I whispered. I expected him to run home with his tail between his legs.
Instead he roared ahead at a full gallop, past the garage monster, past the pond, straight over the hill and down into the creek.
“Frank!” Mom hollered after him.
“He’s okay,” I purred. “Now where were we? Oh! We were going for a long sunshiny walk.”
Mom spun my Ride around and hustled me back to the house. Then she went back out. I knew she was going after Frank. Brofurs can be such a pain in the floofy tail!
Later when she returned with Frank under her arm, I pretended to be asleep. But I kept an ear perked for the gossip.
“I expected to have to hunt for him,” I overheard Mom tell Dad when he got home. “But the minute I called his name, he answered. He was under the bridge, freaking out. I really thought he would know how to get home. It’s only four houses away. But he looked scared and was hunkered down. I called him and he ran up the embankment. I’ve never seen him so upset! As I carried him home, I whispered to him, ‘I’ll always come for you, Frank. I’ll always find you.'”
Hearing that made me throw up a little in my mouth. Purrsonally, I think he behaved like a big baby. I mean, what was the fuss? I guess not every cat is a savvy world traveler like me. So sad.
Hope you enjoy a Wonderpurr week!