Five Cats and a Tale

Hello guys and gals on the road and stuck in the driveway – hope life’s being good to you. Well, here it is, time for school to start again, an’ before you know it, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas just past the next stoplight. Where does the time go?
Speaking of time, Miles an’ me are getting’ too old to be out on the road in all kinds of weather, so we’re gonna take a little vay-cation later on this year, during the worst of the winter ice and snow.
Don’t know yet exactly what we want to do. It’ll have to be something inexpensive (you can spell that ‘cheap’) so most likely we’ll just be at home. But that’s good too. Although we may have the doubtful pleasure of having Flora Fora an’ her cats come and stay with us for a spell. She’s a doll, but them five cats ! Although they can act pretty cute, let me tell you.
Last time she was here, we had her park her lil’ RV (‘The Cathouse’) in the driveway an’ come on into the house to get comfortable. We’d had dinner real late an’ turned in; must’ve been nine or nine-thirty, an’ let me tell you, that’s LATE when you’re over a hundred. So anyway, the house was quiet an’ all of a sudden, I hear this little ‘flip-flip’ noise. I thought, well, guess one of the kitties is playin’ so I didn’t pay too much attention to it. Figured one of them was getting’ some exercise, you know, after bein’ cooped up in that RV for weeks on end. I must’ve dozed off for a while.
When I woke up, I heard it again: ‘flip,flip. flip, flip. flip, flip.’ What in the world? First I looked to see that Miles hadn’t got his nightcap tassel under his nose again, an’ blowin’ it in an’ out like a teakettle. Nope. That wasn’t it.
So I got up, an’ eased the bedroom door open. Three of the cats was sittin’ turned toward the hall, with their backs to me, so I slipped up behind them and looked to see what they was all watchin’.
The other two cats were each battin’ something up and down the hall with their front paws, an’ whatever the two things was, they was makin’ that ‘flip flip’ noise I’d been hearin.’ So I leaned over the other cats an’ got a good look – I’d thought to put my glasses on, y’see – an’ sure enough, they was havin’ a race between the two of them, to see who could get Miles’ teeth batted to the end of the hall first.
Now don’t you go an’ tell Miles about this. The way he complained about the coffee tasting fuzzy the next mornin’ was plumb awful.
All righty, truckers, you stay safe on your journey now, an’ if you get a chance, drop me a line this winter. I get lonesome with just Miles to talk to – he turns off his hearing aid an’ ignores me ever time there’s a football game on.
Big hugs from Nadine!