Wild Wednesday (early post)

FANK YOU EVERYONE for all your sweet well-wishes and purrs for my mommy. She's feelin' much better now. I gave her LOTS of purr therapy (purrapy?) and your comments made her feel nice too. As much as no one likes getting sick, this flu made her relax - which was something that crazy lady really needed to do! It was kind of a blessing in disguise. Thank you all for your best wishes.

As for me, I have very recently journeyed into a dangerous place, the likes of which no cat has ever returned from- until now! For your viewing pleasure.... I present....

DESCENT INTO THE DOG PEN

Mic check... testing... 1, 2, 1, 2. Is the camera on? We're on? Okay. Hello, this is Kilroy L. Beastie, reporting to you on site. I'm about to enter the dreaded pigpen, er, I mean, dogpen. The place from which no cat has returned.

You can see me as a small grey dot on this uncharted landscape. It may appear tranquil, but watch out! Dat's just an illusion! Here come the natives!

Hmm. As you can see, the natives are highly annoying yet surprisingly harmless.

Just to be sure, I raise a paw in warning and bat at them fiercely a few times to let them know dat I'm not a cat to be trifled with.

Here is a victory shot of myself after I fended off the savage beasts.

Once the slobberers stopped trying to play with me, I decided dat I would inspect their home.

Ugh. Truly, these are savages: they do not have scratching posts OR indoor litter boxes.

Here I am relaxing next to one of their ancient and sacred relics. In their language they call it the "bark bark," which I believe translates into "old gas meter."

I finally decided dat "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Here you can see me rolling around in the soft dirt.

It really did wonders to soften and condition my fur. No wonder humans bottle this stuff!

It was even fun to pretend dat I was a wild, savage jungle cat. Purrhaps dat could be the theme for my next PlayCat photo shoot.

Now dat I'm home, I find myself fondly reminiscing about my time in the wild. I kind of miss it! Purrhaps if I squeak at mommy enough, she'll let me return. So squeak I shall. So squeak I shall.