Rest Stop's heart just gave out, Beth just called from the vet. We've lost another of the Interior Guard.
All the founding Furry Ones are gone.
He got his name because I was traveling up to Fort Leavenworth from Fort Sill for a conference. I stopped at the I-35 rest stop at Ottawa, Kansas, where I was met by a little orange-and-white furball, who immediately started yammering at me, and did so all the way to the rest room.
He stopped there and waited for me to come out, and started yammering again, all the way back to the truck. Then he showed me how proficient he was at catching beetles to munch on. I asked around, and someone who'd been there all day (it was night) told me that the kitten had been there all day.
So, I left a note to contact me if you lost a kitten, scooped him up, put him in the truck, and we went off to get a litter box and such not at the local Wal-Mart.
And I discovered why he was probably at that rest stop. He screamed and yowled. I can just imagine a Dad telling the kids 30 miles down the road - "Oh? We left the kitten? Gosh kids, we don't have time to go back and get him... maybe he'll be there on the way back."
Or something like that. So, that's how he became, Rest Stop.
Yesterday morning he was fine. Well, he seemed to be, anyway.
Feh.
Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when wedance sing a soul to the Great Hunting Ground and Tennis Ball Chasing Facility. See you at Piddler's Green, Rest Stop. Give my best to Sebastian, Little Guy, Mickey, Whiskey, Shadow, Ninja, Gabby and Little Girl - The Founders of the Interior and Exterior Guard, you're all back together again.
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All the founding Furry Ones are gone.
He got his name because I was traveling up to Fort Leavenworth from Fort Sill for a conference. I stopped at the I-35 rest stop at Ottawa, Kansas, where I was met by a little orange-and-white furball, who immediately started yammering at me, and did so all the way to the rest room.
He stopped there and waited for me to come out, and started yammering again, all the way back to the truck. Then he showed me how proficient he was at catching beetles to munch on. I asked around, and someone who'd been there all day (it was night) told me that the kitten had been there all day.
So, I left a note to contact me if you lost a kitten, scooped him up, put him in the truck, and we went off to get a litter box and such not at the local Wal-Mart.
And I discovered why he was probably at that rest stop. He screamed and yowled. I can just imagine a Dad telling the kids 30 miles down the road - "Oh? We left the kitten? Gosh kids, we don't have time to go back and get him... maybe he'll be there on the way back."
Or something like that. So, that's how he became, Rest Stop.
Yesterday morning he was fine. Well, he seemed to be, anyway.
Feh.
Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we