Things were fuzzy and I heard the voices from the cat-fairies, and sometimes I think Coco would schnuffle at the cage front of the prison box, and Momma would say "wave to the Meezers, Jimmy Joe!" or "wave to Parker and her family, Jimmy Joe!", but I didn't know where we were. Momma said I was a "space cowboy," and suggested I use this picture to show you all:
Maggie and Zoey and Miss Ann at Zoolatry made this for me on the astronaut day, which I missed, but I guess it works for this adventure, too.
Momma giggled and sang "ground control to Ji--mmy Joe!" in the car, but I don't think there's anything funny about it.
Well, apparently we went over the river and through the woods, and now we're at Granny and Poppa's. Luckily, everything at Granny and Poppa's is good. Sophie is playing hidey-cat again (I thought she'd remember me and Coco, but she is sulking), and I met Sassy the kitten, but she's a brat and she hissed at me and fluffed her tail and glared at me for eating from the kibble bowl. I sat there patiently and explained to her that I am a big mancat and that she is a little kitten brat and she needs to learn how to share, and I tried to touch her nose, but she just made a spoiled squeek and went under the table. Oh man, kittens.