I'm here again, satiated with heaping platters of crawfish and oysters and shrimp and pig and etouffe and whatever else New Orleans throws at me. Never enough, of course. Mom can be soooo selfish! Or shellfish, whichever.
Gotta say, them humans have weird ideas of fun. I decided to see how the natives celebrate halloween, and slipped out the hotel door, and mingled in the crowds! OW!
Little kittens don't belong on the late night streets of New Orleans. So many big feet! Stillettos! Clogs! Brightly flashing lights and loud noise! Gotta hold that tail in! Dodging into gutters, dodging against the sides of buildings, finding all that sticky wet stuff they call beer splattered all over the place. Eww, p-u! One place it was just soooo sticky I had to lift all four paws at once... and belly flopped right into it!
We little kittens have such sensitive noses and ears, and I lost my Mom out there somewhere.
I finally managed to get my mangled, mangy body back home to the hotel, where I hung out in the car lot until the wee hours of morning, when I went back out and got hosed down by the residents cleaning off their streets of dead beer. First time I welcomed a shower, I tell ya!
Fortunately, Mom fared better out there, but she decided one night on Bourbon Street was just fine, thank you.
The humans have been a lot of fun (the ones associated with Ancient Worlds), even though they kept pointing those soul capturers at each other. The outfits they wore, well, some competition for the general NOLA environs, but there were very few who dressed up as cats. Certainly none of my contingent, alas, and we are good time Bast worshippers!! Even if there was a dog involved. (He was a well-behaved dog, but genetically, I'm just intimidated...)
Discussions involved graphics, photos, food, strange jokes and things I can't recall due to an over abundance of, ah, sleep dep? Or, lack of feline content, or something.
It was wonderful, what I remember of it. Even if Mom gained one more clothing size, and is taking up far too much room in the car we'll be driving home in.
Look for my sterling comments in the next Acta.
