Plane Day

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It’s 4am.  Other Brother Coon Cat is laying on half my desk.  He seems endowed with a bit of unease.

He’s not alone.  

3 of the 4 muttlets are curly-cued around my desk like wagons around a campfire.  

Dingo on his bed

Dingo Mutt, the one who’s too smart to be a dog, keeps looking up at me as if to ask, “Are you going to die?”

Close. 

I’m taking a plane to the other side of the country tomorrow, compliments of airline miles (At this time in my life, there’s scarcely any other way I could afford it).   Being on a plane isn’t the problem.  Every time I contemplate walking through an airport, my anxiety level spikes.  My 4-footed companions pick up the vibes.  

I consider how lonely they’ll be without me…

All right.  I admit it.   I’ll miss them more than they’ll miss me.

The Coon Cats are deeply devoted to the can opener; it doesn’t matter who plops the food on their plate.  Dad is the one who takes the doggies on car rides.  And, as all of us who are owned by dogs already know;  car rides rock!

As usual, Fat White Dog will sniff the car when Dad returns from the airport and look at him as if to ask, “You didn’t take Mom to the vet to have her euthanized, did you?”

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