Picture of Lake Pleasant

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

It is hot and dusty in the parking lot. The wind blows dust through the windows. It is not as good rolling in the dust. The male rides the noisy machines with his friends. The female wanders off in the big black truck. It is too hot to do anything but sleep.

Monday, March 25, 2013

A bad morning. The humans insist on the pink halter. OK. I'll do it. I like the pine needles very much. Now they cannot remove the thing. They swear. They struggle. I become impatient and hiss and bite. What the hell are they doing? They finally give up and get scissors and cut the pink halter in pieces. I am pleased.

Again, they stuff me in the bag and carry me to the truck. This is getting old. I am annoyed. I will make a lot of noise and they will be concerned. I will stand close behind them in the trailer and they will step on me giving me an excuse to scratch them and yowl.

It is evening. We are in a gravel parking lot. It looks inviting. I would like to explore and roll in the dust, but there is no pink halter.

The male human turns on a noisy machine and begins to search for TV channels. He has a low level of patience. He cannot find "satelights". The female wanders the parking lot looking at her phone. She is looking for "service". I don't know what these things are, but they seem to control the humans' tempers. I plan to lay directly in front of the door so they must step over me. They might trip.