Dad worked late again today, and didn’t arrive home until after dark. So Mom fed me when she came home, but she seemed too busy to take me for a walk. It worked out okay though because she was busy cooking in the kitchen.
Lots of meat came out of the fridge. It’s the pre-killed meat that they bought down the road at the grocery store. I’ve tried, unsuccessfully, to propose that I be considered the meat grinder in the family, but so far they don’t seem impressed. Then she cracked some eggs and tried to kill them by beating them with a fork. I thought everything at the grocery store was pre-killed, but perhaps I was wrong. The next step was combining the eggs and meat, and adding her flavouring spices and some bread crumbs. For the next 20 minutes she played with the mixture and rolled them up into little balls. Just eat it, I say! Or drop some on the floor so I can eat!
When Dad came home, I finally got my walk across the street where I was able to leave my presence in the soil that’s been put down in front of the new houses. I wonder if a new cat will move in across the street?
After supper, Dad asked Mom if she was ready and then they called out for me to go to the front door. I assumed I was going for a nighttime walk. But I was wrong. We approached the new 5-door vehicle that seems to have replaced my old pal Mini. How I loved hanging out of her arms and feeling the breeze in my face, the scents of my friends rushing through my nostrils as we zipped along main streets and slowed down for the side streets.
Eh, bonjour, heh?
I’d already had one sniff around, but this new car (they call her Mazda) had been sleeping in the driveway for quite some time. Then she purred into life and I climbed in. It was strange at first. She didn’t tell me how fast Dad was driving, like Mini did. But she did show me in pictures where Dad was going. That was interesting. And when Mom left the car to run an errand I got to sit on the nice toasty seats. Glad to see Mazda is as warm to my feline needs as was Mini.
Then off we went for a drive. I wondered whether it was to see Christmas lights, or maybe go for a visit to Nan and Granddad’s house. But we took a new route I’d never been down before. We passed by a building that had a grass sloping roof, and then went over a bridge. Water rushed underneath the bridge, a rickety old one that sounded like it needed repair. When we arrived on the other side I noticed that most of the cars didn’t have their name tags on the front. Seems like they wanted to show off their teeth instead. And the signs were all different too. Arret was painted on the red signs and there was something called stationnement.
I observed this new environment while Mom disappeared into a concrete jungle. Literally she entered a concrete building with a large atrium full of trees. Was there soil? sand? inside? Why didn’t she take me. Dad explained that we were in Kay-beck. And that Mom worked in that building while I slept all day. He said something about walkways that took Mom over to his building. Why must he continue to work all day when I know he’d rather be home with me?
So, as Dad explained it to me: J’ai eu un voyage dans notre nouvelle voiture. Kaw-lyse, it was beign good.
