Mom's getting ready to go to another "meeting" in Washington DC. She has to fly out early Sunday morning, so I don't even get a whole weekend with her! And we already lose an hour! I don't know who she has to keep meeting, I mean, hasn't she already met them? So I was whining yesterday, so she took me outside to do some meeting of my own. Our little round-end street was buzzing with meetings, as it was such a nice day. First, I had to survey the attendance.
Then I met some of the neighborhood girls who where out on their pink bikes. They looked really cute, and I loved watching them ride on their bikes. They went around and around and around, like a big toy. They were nice, they just watched me, and didn't try to come over and pick me up or anything. They didn't seem too sticky to me, but then, they didn't try to touch me. I really wanted to play with them, but couldn't quite do it, I'd walk up and watch, then go back to my yard.
I'm becoming quite the neighborhood celebrity. I mean, hey, haven't you ever seen a cat on a leash? Jeesh. Then I met the neighborhood feral kittens. We just sort of stared at each other. Mom wouldn't let me get too close, as she's not sure how healthy they are. Mom's been talking to some of the neighbor ladies who she thinks are feeding them, to convince them to take them to the vet to get their surgeries, along with some of the other ferals in the neighborhood that are also getting fed. So far, she hasn't had any luck. There is a local TNR group Mom is going to try to get the neighborhood involved with.
Then we came in and I had to help Mom pack. I layed all over her black suit jacket. I knew she would want some of my light colored hair that I am shedding to remember me by. She said she would help me blog while in that little talking box, we will see. Back to depending on Dad...