I made an early start on Sunday morning. Steve slept in on Sundays; with luck he wouldn’t notice until I crossed the state line. I charged a tank of gas and a couple of tuna sandwiches to his Visa card and as I sat there eating I could almost hear the ocean waves lapping against the rocks, as clear as my dreams…
via Dana D.
I call shotgun!
Mike you are a absolute genius. The cat tower on the top really sells it!! He looks like he’s definitely moving to FL. And if you’re riding shotgun Allein, I’ll be in the back seat looking out for Steve.
Yes! The cat tree on top!
I think that the Hemingway house would be a good place to land for a few days. Just don’t play craps with the locals, seems like they’ve always got an extra finger on the dice.
And have some conch fritters for me!
I wouldn’t mind a little trip down South myself.
How is kitty going to brake? S/he can’t reach the pedals!!!!
You think that cats brake?
Cats brake for No One!
That’s for dogs, and people.
When I first looked at the picture, I thought the strap on the middle of the cat tower was actually the arm of a person, and I figured that maybe the cat had tied Steve up while he was sleeping, stuffed him in the cat tree, and was taking his person with him!