She’s going away again. Without us. I just know it. She’s packing that little box with the wheels this morning and almost every time she does that she goes away and leaves us behind. It’s T I’m talking about in case you were wondering. On the plus side, Nollind doesn’t seem to be packing his wheelie box so I think he’s staying here. I wonder if he feels sad like I do.
Don’t get me wrong, I like people and Nollind’s right up there at the top of the list, but he’s just not T. I’m never far from her side when she’s home and I ache to go along whenever she’s leaving the house. As soon as I sense she’s headed out the door, I’m there in the porch asking to go. I try to make my face imitate Puss in Boots from the Shrek movies. And sometimes it works! And sometimes I just lie in the porch by the door until she comes back.
One time, after T had been gone for awhile, Logan and I went along with Nollind to pick her up in Calgary at the airport. I wonder if that’s where she’s headed this time? I wish I could make the words to ask. And I wish even more that I could go with her. I’m completely fine in a vehicle so I think I’d do great on a plane. I hear flying is actually safer than driving. And I don’t take up much space once I curl up in a ball, I’m happy sitting on a lap if need be (although I don’t get invited to do that very often), and I’m quite content on the floor. Just take me along!
I’ve been with T and Nollind for almost six years now and they’ve taken me a lot of places, so I really can’t complain. Lately, now that the weather’s cooler, they’ve been including me in errand runs to town and, although you might think that sounds boring, I love it. There’s something about riding along with my people that feeds my soul. I prefer to be up in the front seat but I’m okay in the back (which is good since that’s where I normally travel). Sometimes I have the opportunity to get out and do a little exploring but, even when I don’t, I enjoy the ride.
There she goes, zipping up the wheelie box and dragging it behind her to the door. I didn’t see any of my things go in there. Sigh … looks like I’ll be spending a lot of time in the porch this next while.