We leave the canyon and drive on bumpy roads. I hate this part. I try to sleep but it is noisy. I shed great quantities of hair.
When the door opens, the air smells different. Humans say "pine trees". It is cooler. I want to chew grass and roll in the dirt. Apparently, I must endure the pink harness in order to go out. The dust here is very nice. I coat myself with dust and pine needles. I chew grass. Later I might spit out some hairballs. I haven't had grass in a long time.
Ah...you're living the good life, Neko! I bet your humans are loving the dust, too!
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