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Planes, Trains and Automobiles Pt3

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!”

Arkansas gas station attendant looked just like this Criminal Minds serial killer

Arkansas gas station attendant looked just like this Criminal Minds serial killer

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.

l-r Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, Elvis and Johnny Cash

l-r Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, Elvis and Johnny Cash

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.

moments before the shot

Moments before the shot

A charismatic and power leader....what a waste?

A charismatic and powerful leader….what a waste?

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.

Look at the ice on this truck!

Look at the ice on this truck!

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.

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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….

The busy schedule caught up with mom

The busy schedule caught up with 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.

Spanish moss on this tree...awesome!

Spanish moss on this tree…awesome!

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.

Livingroom

Living room

Kitchen

Kitchen

Bedroom

Bedroom

Whoohoo, the same bed for more than one night. They deposited all their luggage and headed out for a bite of dinner.

At the corner of Bienville (their street) and Bourbon was a band in the middle of the street. Bourbon St, was blocked off to vehicles. Imagine….Monday night!

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.

Christmas At Our House

 

We had a very happy Christmas.  Mom gave us turkey for brekky and for supper and we sucked it down like the turk was Greenies.  Then it was off to the tree standing in the living room.  Dad was playing with the train…whoops, sorry dad.  Dad was fixing the tracks cause they needed lubricating to keep the train on them.  I didn’t tell him I’ve been batting at the train and then running like crazy up to the condo with Mistle Poop at the door. mew, mew, mew.                                            I just like to say poop! mol

Santa brought me a remote control snake.   This dude is a real horror.  The snake, not Santa!  Scared the crap outta me….looks so real.

 I just had to poke this guy…MOL                                                     

Kali was as cool as ever but this snake startled her too.                                                    

Kept Kali awake for some time.

We have never, ever seen a live snake up here.

Next was Kali’s gift from Santa. She got what she asked for.

Here she is sniffing her Pet Hut to see if Cow Kitty’s been in it and lost a few spots.                                                  

I examined the hut on the inside for any deadbeats hanging around and Kali examined the outside for drafts. The hut passed the test.

 

I gave mom a mousie wand with feathers.  I figured she was worth it.                                                     

I could choose no feathers or for a bit more get the feathers. The feathers are just right for mom….don’tcha think? I didn’t have quite enough for the feathered wand so dad helped…thanks, dad.

Have a great Thursday friends.

Mom and Dad Fly the Friendly Skies

Did mom tell you about their trip to France and the UK, Shoko?  She told me about France, Kali.  Did she tell you about the UK?  She did.  Then between the two of us we can tell our friends what they did on their vacation.

SHOKO…..BLACK
KALI…..ORANGE                                                                   

In the middle of March mom and dad said goodbye and we never saw them again….whoa Shoko, they did come home.  Well, it was like 3 weeks till we saw those bleary  eyes again.  That’s like forever for a feline.                                                                            You have to be the biggest drama queen in Prince George, Shoko!

Off they flew down to Vancouver and to their motel  Dad grabbed someone else’s suitcase in the airport and never noticed until the airport called and told him.  Mom’s niece drove dad back to the airport to get their suitcase.

 When the family gathered for dinner, they all gave mom the respect she deserved and kissed her ring.  Oh brother!  Mom is not the godfather of her family.  Who is then?  Nobody…it’s just a normal family.  Mom has a normal family….I don’t think so, there’s got to be something odd about them.  Whatever Shoko.

The next day they got up and flew on Air Canada to Montreal.  Four hours of cramped legs and a TV  set so close it was almost up her nose as the person in front set their seat to go back several feet.  Ok, Kali a few inches.  Geesh!

Mom was off the plane right smartly in Montreal and 3 gates away was the flight to Paris.  She quickly rushed over as they were calling for everyone to board.  Mom and dad were on the plane right smartly and then they sat and sat on the plane as the plane needed de-icing but there were two planes waiting to be de-iced first.

Finally the plane took off for Paris.  Mom was excited to be going to such a well-known and romantic city.  Six hours later, the thrill of going to  Paris had worn off as she felt sweaty, hot and incredibly tired.  Dad was snoring in the seat beside her.  She wanted to poke him but restrained herself.

At long last they arrived at Charles De Galle Airport in Paris.  The hotel chauffeur gave them the ride of their life.  There were mopeds all over the street, weaving in and out of traffic, that was bumper to bumper.  They reached the hotel safely and leaped to solid ground.                                                                   The best picture of a moped in traffic mom could get.  The bikes go like stink.

 

After checking into their little room, mom and dad went for a drink of Pepsi in the hotel lounge.  There was a small courtyard off the lounge so our pawrents decided to partake of the fresh air.  No Pepsi but Coca Cola everywhere in France.  Coke will do in a pinch.                                                             Does she not look like an enthusiastic explorer? MOL

Next installment finds mom and dad trying to navigate the Paris  transportation system.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 

 

What Shall We Call This Thing?

Dad was looking around the internet and saw an interactive toy for us.  He wasn’t sure if we’d bother with it….I guess we have a reputation as picky so he just did the basics to see if there would be any interest.

We have no name for this toy but here is a picture of the toy.  Note the toy has brown paper because it is the finished product unlike what you will see in the other pictures.                                                                               DSCN4573This is easy to make.  You will need a small box, 6 plastic cups. tape and the scissors to cut holes for the plastic cups.  Inside you will want to put some treats.

Our box wouldn’t close so dad needed tape to close it up.  He carved out the 6 holes and put the plastic cups with 2 beef temptations in each cup.

The first to test the effectiveness of this toy was Kali.

kalislot1.Kali was not impressed and wandered away.

Elfin John wanted to see what the fuss was about.                                                                                 elfinsearch     There was no nip in the plastic cup and Elfin John soon lost interest.

The last one to try it was me.  I was not particularly impressed at first glance.

shokolook

Then I started to poke about.  Hey, this thing makes noise and it smells like beef.

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Note:  with more feverish activity, the cups turn this way and that…perhaps if dad glued them to the floor…mmmm…just sayin’.

shoks3

Yes, this will do nicely, thank you dad….. I love the smell of beef in my cups.  MOL

Kali and Shoks