I picked Katie up at her beautiful
Minneapolis residence. After subduing
a strange Orange Beast, we took
off for the Canadian border and
Since neither of us a-membered our
passports, we pointed the Furrari
straight into a hedge and burst on
through, right under the unsuspecting
noses of the RCMP. Heh, heh.
Bypassing the attractions of Winnipeg, we headed straight for Thunder Bay
and spent a delightful evening in the Spirit Garden.
Isn't it lovely? We romped to our hearts' content and then cuddled
in front of an extra-comfy log and drank in the night & the sights.
You might notice that the Furrari had a special paint job just for the occasion.
I feel very ManCatly in a pink car, and how could Katie ride in anything else?
that wonderful circle, we dropped by
my house for a little snuggle & conversation about our trials and tribulations.
Since Katie has to put up
with the Orange Crush, she kind of won
that round, but then I reminded her
I must endure the near-daily outrages
of bad service from the Human,
so we called it a wash.
Soon it was time to hop back
in the Furrari and present
the Beauteous Katie with
some pink roses to remember me by.