Big Purr

While others may call this breathtaking stretch of California's Central Coast "Big Sur," 

I have been made privy to its true and original name, "Big Purr,"

so called by the Ohlone people after the gentle melodies 

of the original feral cat population.

In any event, I knew the Beauteous Precious of Prancer Pie was exhausted 

from the oppressive heatwaves sweeping over the Midwest, so I roared over, 

scooped her up, and we made excellent time back to the cool California coast.

We stopped to rest at a tiny secluded beach with its own waterfall. 

The lapping of the waves joined with the splash of the falls

to lull us into gentle slumbers through the pleasant afternoon. 

I ventured close enough to allow Precious to give my ears a good washing

while I rested my furry head on her soft front paws.

We managed to stay dry while enjoying the occasional tiny spray of the surf!

Later, we stopped in a field of wildflowers and chased tiny mice and gophers. 

See how our steady gaze searched them out?

They made an excellent repast, and we sipped on  half-and-half I had stowed

away in a cooler in the Furrari's tiny trunk.

By this time, it was becoming almost too cool so I whisked

Precious home where she actually welcomed the warmth.

I crept away as she took a leisurely baff back in her own home, 

leaving only some pink roses

as evidence of our romantic afternoon by the sea.