It was a long and miserable road trip but that’s mostly because Feline Overlord objects to traveling. She expresses her objections by howling, quite loudly, the entire way. Nothing can make her stop not even drugs professionally administered by vets. She just shakes off those pesky narcotics and makes with the howling. Yelling back, spritzing her in the face with water, and begging for mercy have no affect on her. So I just let her howl.
(Btw, Cowardly Boy Cat simply cowers quietly. He is the perfect traveling companion.)
Fortunately mom had aspirin ready. She also had coffee. Also six different kinds of home made cookies. Two different kinds of homemade fudge. There was chicken and dumplings simmering on the stove. One of the neighbors had dropped off a dozen tamales before my arrival. (I said one time, four years ago that tamales at Christmas was the best tradition ever and there have been tamales ever since.) Another neighbor dropped off a pecan pie as I was unloading my stuff.
There would probably be all of these goodies waiting for me even if I didn’t have to endure hours of kitty temper tantrums. But I gotta say they do make it easier to face the trip here. The trip back is just as hard and there are no goodies at the end of it. But that’s ok because I usually gain 14.7 pounds while I’m with mom. After this trip I’ll need to be on a diet of water and air.
In other news that might make you smile, Gentleman J liked his scarf very much. He called the next day to say thank you. He emailed today to say thank-you a second time. He says handmade gifts are so very special and that he’ll be wearing his scarf on Christmas Eve.
So we all know what that means…I be making him more in the future. When we find someone who values what we can make we bury them in yarn-y goodness. Right? I’ll have to ask Granny Ravelry what to make him next.
Hope you are having a wonderful Christmas Season. Hope Santa brings you everything you asked for.
P.S. No, I’m not sharing my tamales. Or my cookies. Or the fudge. You think those 14.7 pounds are just going to put themselves on my thighs?
P.S.S. No pictures in this post because I haven’t unpacked the camera yet. What can I say except that I’m a baddie. Pictures will be coming. I promise!