Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Dad, please take me with you.
The other night Kyle was packing to leave for Florida for a week. Sebastian took this chance to jump into the suitcase. He had the cutest face, almost like he was saying, "Dad, please take me with you. I'll be good, I swear, you can hide me in your suitcase. No one will know." I can't imagine taking the kittys on a flight somewhere. They would definitely be meowing and crying the whole way there. They hate their carrying case, and hate more being in a car and moving. I can't picture being on a flight.
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That's how I am. I beg to go, but when I have to ride in the carrier, I beg to get out.
The woman will never win with me.
Don't think we'd like that flying thing either. How can your Dad resist that 'spression on your face?
We hates to travel. Our Mom and Dad used to pack us up and take us 1400 miles to Arizona for the winters! We hated it, now we are all staying home. Thank goodness.
This is how Ariel is whenever I travel/I feel so guilty I wind up giving her treats.Hey maybe she knows what she's doing after all :)
The Mom is going to Florida too. What is so exciting about that place? I have no desire to go 'cause it would mean I would be suck in The Box and I really hate that.
haha, love it when a kitty digs itself into a small odd space. so born for it!
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