It’s a sad day in America when you don’t have enough space in your car to have your cat ride on the inside of your SUV. But on the plus side, the cat gets first dibs on those tasty bugs that smash into the windshield! Yummy!
At least my imaginary cat, Mr. Whiskers gets to rid in a comfy cage to his vet appointments.
Thank goodness Steve still hasn’t seen my Valentine’s Day post to him. He’s been too preoccupied… he’s in love. Again.
We have a visitor this week and Steve is completely smitten. His name is Basil Worthington and he’s what Steve calls “mature” and “cosmopolitan.” [I imagine that’s what Basil’s mom and dad were going for when they named him that.] Mr. Worthington is six and lives in a place called Louisville.
Basil’s mom and dad hired a professional photographer to take pictures of him. [I think my moms’ pictures look just as nice.] Basil’s parents took a trip and so he’s staying with us. Steve follows him around like a puppy dog. [I probably shouldn’t insult my brother like that, but I think my Valentine to him more than makes up for it.]
Whatever Basil does, Steve does. If Basil gets a drink, Steve gets a drink. If Basil naps on the sofa, Steve naps…
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