So mom and dad had a most enjoyable sleep at the Hilton in Huntsville. Unfortunately, it was a case of up and out and on the road at 8am. No more visiting with June and Jim….mom thought of phoning them around 6:30am and thought better of it. Dad adjusted the GPS on their little car and off they went back to Memphis. Mom says the car ride was uneventful.
Mom and dad went cruising through Memphis and were crossing a bridge when mom hollered, “We’re in Arkansas! Let’s stop and get a souvenir of Arkansas.” Dad looked at her like she was acting weird again but stopped at a gas station. Mom jumped out….or should I say crawled out…she’d been sitting for over 4 hours. Inside the gas station, she didn’t see anything like a souvenir so asked the man behind the counter. He looked just like a serial killer off of Criminal Minds as he said, “NO..we don’t have that kind of stuff, lady!”
Look at that face…he would have scared me.
Mom went back to the car and told dad that Arkansas peeps didn’t seem that friendly so let’s get back to Memphis. Dad set up the GPS. They were back in Memphis very quickly and went to Sun Studios. This is where Elvis recorded his first songs. This place was just a “hole-in-the-wall” type of place.
The singers in the picture had their start at Sun Studio.
Mom was anxious to go and meet my friend, Pete Saunders mom for lunch. Pete is the co-leader of the ThunderCats Patrol in Cat Scouts. Off they scurried and had a terrific chat and lunch with Teresa.
Mom and dad piled into the car again and headed to the Civil Rights Museum. The museum is situated right beside the Lorraine Motel…where Martin Luther King was shot.
One cannot help but get choked up at the plight of the coloured man/woman. It’s hard to believe that this is the United States and not some fascist country! Can you imagine being in chains and forced to work without enough water or food? Your family was taken away from you and sold to plantations far away. Never, ever knowing where your child ended up…is he alive or dead? In western Canada, we heard some news about the struggles of Negroes and saw some riots on TV but we were not in the climate of anxiety like the southern states were. To do this museum justice, you must spend at least 4 hours combing through the exhibits and write-ups. Fascinating!!
The pawents headed back to the hotel. Mom says she can’t remember if she ate out….although she must have. They were very tired because they did all of these activities in one day. So it was time for a little shut-eye.
Feb 23rd. Monday morn at 4am they were up to catch. “The City of New Orleans,” to Nawlins’. Mom says the strange thing about Memphis was there were hardly any cars on the road. It was quieter than Prince George. She figures it was because of the freezing rain.
Mom and dad went slippin’ and slidin’ onto the train. Hey, this looks familiar, those steep stairs again. The bathroom is downstairs and coach isn’t. Hmmm.
Agh….comfy. Mom brought some sandwiches for lunch and accidentally sat on them. Whoops, she tried plumping them up a bit. A little fluffing here and there….good as new…well almost. The train started up and that was it for mom….
There were many sights one doesn’t see here in western Canada. The Spanish Moss hanging from the trees was beautiful. Mom wondered if the moss actually killed the tree or was it just the time of year they saw them.
Lunch time. Dad declined the squished sandwiches saying he wasn’t hungry….. ENOUGH. Mom dug into an Italian sandwich…pepperoni, Hungarian salami and cervelat salami…Mmmm. Ohh that’s another thing mom noticed…everywhere there was Coke no Pepsi. The little cafeteria on the train had Coke so a diet Coke it was.
They arrived in New Orleans around 3:30pm and headed straight for the condo. They walked into the building just off of Bourbon St. The facility was under construction…men were scuffling back and forth. Mom was wondering if they got a “pig in a poke.” Finally they found their floor after going through several doors….which cut the noise down. Mom and dad then walked and walked and walked some more. There wasn’t a peep out of any construction folk by the time they made it to the condo. They were delighted when they opened the door.
Whoohoo, the same bed for more than one night. They deposited all their luggage and headed out for a bite of dinner.
After watching the band for awhile the pawents ate and went back to the condo for the night. Their colds were full-blown by now and they slept like babes.
The final part will cover their stay in New Orleans and other parts of Louisiana.
Mom is still canning but today is a break day. So we decided to have mom jump on the computer and do our post.
The smoke is getting less in this area. The forest fires are slowing down. There are around 500 forest fires with the worst being in this area of BC, the northern central interior. The state of emergency has been extended another few weeks. Although the cooler weather has started so it’s just a matter of time and the first killer frost will be here.
Can’t you just smell the smoke while looking at this picture?
We call him Budd after Buddy of Tomcat Commentary by Tim blog. Budd enjoys being with Tyebe and she follows him around like his shadow.
We all seem to get along. Mom got some deworming meds from the vet for Budd and she’s hoping his appetite gets a little less soon.
Will Budd stay? We don’t know but mom and dad say he is more than welcome to come live with us. He seems to be fixed and is happy playing with Tyebe’s toys and Tyebe. Time will tell if he wishes to stay. He sleeps on the deck at night but comes in and visits for short times during the day.
Now on to the Friday Fun Fill-Ins. The first 2 were done by Ellen of 15 and Meowing where the last two were done by co-host Lorianne of Four-Legged Furballs.
Tyebe will compete the first 2 sentences and I will complete the last two.
I’s ready Shokos.
1. The best teacher me’s ever had was ….BUDD. HE DIDN’T LIKE ME’S GOING BOOGITY BOOGITY IN HIS FACE SO HE PUSHED ME’S HARD ENOUGH TO KNOCK ME’S PAWS OVER TEAKETTLE INTO OUR BIG WATER BOWL ON THE DECK. I’S HAVE NEVER PLAYED BOOGITY BOOGITY IN HIS FACE AGAIN.
2. The worst teacher I ever had was.….SHOKO. ALL SHE DOES IS HISS AND WRESTLE ME’S. ME’S DON’T KNOW IF SHE’S MAD OR IS JUST PLAYING.
3. I recently learned how to……MEDITATE. I HOLLER MEOOOOOOOOOW AND THE WORLD FADES AWAY. I AM IN MY PRIVATE PLACE WITH THE SUN, BUTTERFLIES AND FLOWERS TO SLEEP UNDER. ABSOLUTELY NO WHITE DEMON.
Hi Phoebe! I haven’t seen you in like forever. Come to think of it you’ve never been to our place. Hey Kali it’s neat here. Only you and Shoko live here with your mom and dad? Yep, I like that cause you could get attention immediately if not sooner. I’d miss Sammy P and a couple of the others though. It’s a happy place at 15 and Meowing.
Here Phoebe have a Mint Junip. They are very tasty. All the ingredients are organic and straight from our garden.
Mmmm, tasty Kali. I suppose you’re wondering…what I’m doing here and what do I want. It has crossed my mind Phoebe. Everything OK? Hmm….oh of course everything at home is fine. I was thinking about us more experienced female felines. The ones that are 15 and over. We should have a special place for just us ladies to hang out. Our interests are different from the young uns’. I like it Phoebe! How about a badge that is descriptive of us with member cards? That sounds good Kali. We look sharp Kali. That’s cause we are Phoebs. Here is the member card. We’ll tell everyone that this is a social group open to any female feline 15 or over. Mom says anyone that joins, she will make them a hat. Wow, your mom must be talented. Wouldn’t your mom make a hat for members? Yea, she would make them a hat but nobody would appreciate her effort ….mom doesn’t crochet or sew very well.
Interested in joining ,contact Kali at firstname.lastname@example.org or Phoebe at 15 and Meowing.
I am much better with carpeted surfaces than wood. Those little splinters hurt the paw. So dad suggested I explain what’s happening instead of getting my paws in the way.
We were there to help inspect the new house on the deck. We have placed four blankets inside the house. The roof comes off the house for cleaning and tidying. There are two inches of Styrofoam on the outside which makes the house pink and draft free. Cow Kitty is secure in his masculinity so no problem with gender typing.
No, the house shouldn’t be so open and that herb has to go. What kinda herb is it? Think mom said a Bay Leaf Plant. It looks disgusting! No flowers just sharp pointy leaves….yuck. Back to Cow Kitty’s house. There is no place for him to sun himself in the morning glow. The steps lead up to the entrance and then he’d have to hop in like a bunny. What do you think Kali? I agree Shoko. If, he was in a rush to leave the house he may fall down the stairs. Not a good place to have the house.
This is more like it Shoko. He can run up the stairs and he has someplace to sit if he doesn’t feel like turning in for the night. The entrance is facing in the opposite direction of the wind current, This is the place Shoko. Look he likes his pink house with the Duck tape. The Duck’s tape adds a masculine look too!
Kali spent the morning over at Buddy’s place, Tomcat Commentary by Tim. They had a celebration for Kali on her 14th Gotcha Day. I hear everything is still going strong. We plan to go back there after this little get together for Kali.
I have to wish you Happy Gotcha Day Kali. You are the bestest of sisters. You put up with me and that’s no easy task. I’ve heard I can be stubborn and pig headed….sorry my pig friends. Kali rolls her eyes and puts her nose to Shoko’s in a nose kiss.
Oh Buddy, you came to our intimate get together….come on in my sweet Blue Boy.
Mom went off for another dose of mouse’s protein yesterday. She’s gone for hours when she gets this stuff. I guess she has to catch the mouse and someone must help her put the protein the mouse gives her into the medication. She says she goes to a place called the horse pittel. Sounds terribly gross to me but then I’m not fond of horses.
Big place mom. Not many peeps. Was this after hours? Just early….there’s not much I can say about it. It has lots of mice though. Good to know.
The nerd sis make her sit while they drip this protein into her veins. Mom says it can hurt if they don’t hit the vein quickly with the needle. They must drip this protein through a tube with a sharp needle on it. Eww….I wouldn’t like that.
Now, she is just very tired so we’ll let her sleep. Shhh…Shoko quit throwing your mice at mom, let her be. Come on Shoko let’s stare at her and see if she grows whiskers after the mouse’s protein. MOL Sounds good to me Kali.