Prosper is sick of travelling. However, he came home with a lovely consolation prize.
At the start of February, I escaped the second of back-to-back snowstorms with a meandering trip down to Atlanta to see Dad and Ron. The cat came along and stayed with Mik, which Prosper was less than enthused about.
This is what I was escaping:
So the cat went to Greensboro to trial run being away from his Mama for a while (he’ll be staying with Mik and/or Mom while I’m in Australia), and I went down to Atlanta.
It promptly snowed, because I am the Bringer of Ragnarok.
Then I came back to Mom’s and rescued my kitten. He was very pleased.
Then we came home, and I got new shoes. The box has been his favourite toy (of course) for a couple of days. Well, besides the Beloved Mousie.
