I usually don’t like to come home from holidays. It’s when I used to have to hand back the blog to my good buddy Timbit. But yesterday Mom said I could keep going if I wanted to until Wellington is adopted. I’m not sure what I’ll do yet. It seems so odd not to have Timbit in the house. The usual 4:00 p.m. meows won’t be around today, nor will the 9 or 10 p.m. ones.
On the plus side, instead of being placed back on top of knickknack box, I had the privilege of keeping Mom company while she slept. I know I’m not as big as Timbit and I can’t keep her feet warm, but maybe I can fill part of the void in her heart until Wellington creates a new piece.
The vacation was great. Mom says she’s going to scrub me up in the washing machine to get me all clean. I do still smell that elk’s tongue on my face, and the road rash is still on my knees and feet. There’s even some on my belly. But all in all a memorable trip for a memorable pal.
Timmy II, signing off for now.
