On our meander, we saw lots of new things. We saw the ferocious weir monster, but we also saw noisy machines eating up all the crops. Back and forward they went, munch, munch, munch, munching their way through the crops. Not going near those, they seem very hungry.
We met a HUGE dog with a Donald Trump style comb-over. This dog was pulling humans on a box with wheels. Hooman had to carry us as we decided that the best place to protect our chum was clambering up his legs and torso with our claws, and cowering on his shoulder meowing, and hissing. We are very furocious like that.
The trees were a revelation. They were everywhere. I had strange urges and most of them involved clambering on stumps, trunks, and up into branches. This was great! I’d race up, along, then down, meow a bit at hooman below, then sit and look how I would get down, puzzled.
In my spare time, I liked to perform magic tricks under the stage name ‘David Catterfield’, and it was a prime opportunity to practice my latest trick which involved levitation.
What do you mean “You see the tree”?
When not in the trees we were either plodding along wooded trails, or grassy fields alongside the woods. This was great fun. We would chase each other in the long grass, and meow endlessy. The Batman at this point had a somewhat manly meow for a kitten. I, on the other hand, had more of a mouse squeak.
It was nice having things to explore. There was always a lizard darting off, or a butterfly to murder, or birds flapping in their branches, so we were forever sticking our noses at things, sniffing, then darting off to discover something new.
The river itself caused much merriment. We trotted along the paths on the river bank, examining the banks, all the holes that we assumed treats lived inside, and having competitions to see who could get closer to the water. It was a slow moving river, so no more dangerous than the waterbowl at home.
Here I was yelling at Batman to climb on a root, because it was the best thing in the world. He, instead, sat in a bush, which is clearly nowhere near the best thing to do in the world.
In the course of our travels we had to have rest breaks. Unfortunately there are very few, if any, ham vendors lining the river. We had to sit down, deprived of ham, chicken, or even those little cat treats that look like pillows.
So, like weary soldiers, we tramped on, meowing at everything, clambering on everything, and generally slowing the others down to a crawl. The Wally normally raced on ahead, and snuffled about in bushes, ran for a spell, then sniffed somewhere else, looking up every now and then to see where we all were.
And so, we headed home, walking in line like some platoon from a Vietnam film. I wonder if there are Viet-Cats along here, hiding in tunnels? Hooman told us that they like to ambush unsuspecting kitties from time to time, so we should be alert. The world needs lerts.
The hay stuff still caused Batman some consternation, choosing to stand on hooman’s feet, rather than on the hay itself. it was quite spiky.
Anyway, off we toddled back home, had some treats, some water, and snoozed for what seemed like a week. Hooman managed to take some video of our jolly japery, so I hope you enjoy it!