The following is a short excerpt from a piece I wrote when I escaped valley smoke and forced my large boys (cats) to vacation with me- "After about eight miles of pleas and threats from the back, they simmered down along with my blood pressure. There was only an occasional plaintive wail when Bob Dylan or Janis Joplin came on the radio. Weren’t fond of harmonicas, apparently. They enjoyed the operatic tenor on the classical station. That’s when I howled, but we compromised. “Isn’t this fun, guys?” I smiled big, but they were merely resigned. When we arrived at The Cimarron Inn, the friendly clerk said, “Oh yes, you have the cats.” “Yes.” I smiled at the others checking in who smiled back. People traveled with their dogs all the time, treating them more like children. Dogs were some folks’ children! So, why not bring my cats? I would learn the answer."
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 16:24:48 +0000
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