Trip to the Cabin

I don’t like car rides very much.

I remember this place, now.  It used to stink like deer and rabbits, but some of my smell is here, now, from the last trip.

My Dobhouse is still here and my milk and potatoes seem to be here, too.

It isn’t as scary as I remember it. Plus, I have a new bed with skulls on it!

Are you going to sit down?

Thanks, I needed a chin rest.

You can comb my whiskers for a while, if you want to.

That’s enough, thanks. You are dismissed.

I’m actually kind of busy.

I still don’t see why I can’t come in. I can sit here all night, though, if it makes you feel guilty.

Wait- aren’t those the iris from that corner at home where the chickens are destroying the garden? How did they get here?

Heh heh heh, this is the little wading pool from at home. No fish, though.

It isn’t so bad here after all. I think I’ll refuse to put my harness on so we can stay a little longer. 

Hmmm. This wasn’t what I had in mind. Oh, well. I guess we can leave in the morning.

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