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Annie’s World (At the Beach)
Annie Goes on a Beach Vacation
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This post is for forgottenman, who asked for it!
While my human enjoys company, I hide out here instead. For the two days they visit, I remain under the bed.
I only see their legs and feet. I can’t see any more, and after two days, I’m relieved as they walk out the door.
I wait here for my mistress, gazing at the wall, But when I go to look for her, she isn’t here at all.
She’s gadding with some other friends, forgetting little me. I gaze through this funny window, but there’s nothing there to see.
The minute she gets home again, I let her know my wishes. We three need attention––I and my two dishes.
She fills them up and they fill me. She’s off again and doing, and so I go in search of her to do a little mewing.
She has her little window balanced on her knees. I try to move in closer to see whatever she sees.
Hours later, she stirs herself and I wonder what for. I do not wander after her, but stop at the back door.
I’ll lie up here to wait for her, where I will have first sight of my wandering mistress, when she comes in for the night.
She’s joined these raucous people who line up to watch the sun fall into the ocean, cheering when it’s done.
They get a little rowdy while emptying their glasses, filling them again each time Senor Tequila passes.
They’ve made a little beach bar of a long plank and some logs, and on the other side of it, they fraternize with dogs!!!!!
I do not beg to join them, for I have other plans. I’ll wait here in the kitchen, guarding all the cans
of catfood she has brought with her, surveying them and hopin’ that when she comes inside again, she’ll pry one of them open.
When she comes in again, I’m glad she finally settles down, so I jump up to dig my claws into her dressing gown.
She carefully unsnags herself, but must forgive my sin, for she scratches me behind my ears and underneath my chin. The End. (For now.)