...quick story between mopping the kitchen floor and going out to fight with the bermuda grass a little more. And after that hopefully, I can finish the official wedding post.
This past Friday, after Bruce got home and we got stuff together, we were busily packing for the trip up to KC. We'd decided to take the car since it gets better gas milage than the van, especially as there's only two of us coming up this season.
We got everything in the trunk, checked the house, made sure everything was locked and the packing list completed. Then we got into the car and took off with the radio on, as usual. As we went down our block when we heard a quiet "meow." We looked at one another, unsure if it was coming from the radio or elsewhere. Bruce turned off the radio and we heard, "meow!" Bruce said, "BrokenTail, right?" and I answered, "Yep, I think so too."
He turned the car around in a driveway and heard another "MEOW" as we headed back for the house. I said, "Hold on, baby, we'll be right there" and got "ME-WOW!" as a response. Soon as we pulled to a stop in the driveway, he popped the lid and I ran around to get the poor cat out of the trunk.
Who should pop out of the back of the trunk, looking entirely indignant about the stupid humans shutting her in, but little miss Princess Penny. I picked her up and took her back into the house, petting and cooing and trying to calm her imperial highness's distressed feeling.
Then we closed the garage door and laughed our way back up the block again, heading for KC.
This past Friday, after Bruce got home and we got stuff together, we were busily packing for the trip up to KC. We'd decided to take the car since it gets better gas milage than the van, especially as there's only two of us coming up this season.
We got everything in the trunk, checked the house, made sure everything was locked and the packing list completed. Then we got into the car and took off with the radio on, as usual. As we went down our block when we heard a quiet "meow." We looked at one another, unsure if it was coming from the radio or elsewhere. Bruce turned off the radio and we heard, "meow!" Bruce said, "BrokenTail, right?" and I answered, "Yep, I think so too."
He turned the car around in a driveway and heard another "MEOW" as we headed back for the house. I said, "Hold on, baby, we'll be right there" and got "ME-WOW!" as a response. Soon as we pulled to a stop in the driveway, he popped the lid and I ran around to get the poor cat out of the trunk.
Who should pop out of the back of the trunk, looking entirely indignant about the stupid humans shutting her in, but little miss Princess Penny. I picked her up and took her back into the house, petting and cooing and trying to calm her imperial highness's distressed feeling.
Then we closed the garage door and laughed our way back up the block again, heading for KC.