By Gentle Mouse, chronicler of this sad tale.
Well, as you know our Whiskers has gone walkabout... or should we say flyabout to Austria. The household is somewhat subdued but we hoped to hear from her soon. Grammy was considering flying to get Whiskers but her credit card was maxed out by mummy. Naughty Mummy Whiskers.
This morning a postcard arrived from Europe. We’ll let you read for yourselves.
Have arrived safely and am waiting to board the train to M&Ms’ home. Won’t they be surprised to see me!
You’ll never believe this but I took photos... will include one in my letter. I met Eddie and Bailey of Comet’s Corner on the plane. Just as funny in person.
Flight otherwise uneventful. Food could be better, but loved the Evian water. So bubbly.
Will write again soon.
P.S. This is so exciting. Oh, and Grammy, please send money.
Grammy almost exploded at that last statement but we calmed her down and reminded her how much we miss and love our Whiskers. But still, that was pretty cheeky of mummy. Teehee
Oh my! Sounds like the postman. Be right back! Yahoo! We received two more letters from Mummy Whiskers... I think (hope) that means she misses us.
Dear Mousie and family,
I am on the train to the town in Austria now. Oh my goodness, it is so different here. Not a bit like home. The trains are superfast and seem to glide over the rails. They are quieter than our trains back home too.
Firstly, I have to tell you about the plane trip. Wow, it was so exciting. I mentioned in the postcard that I met Eddie and Bailey... you remember? … the comedian bunnies from Comet’s Corner? You remember them, I’m sure. Well, they are just as funny in person as they are on their page. So quick witted. I chatted at them the whole time crossing the Atlantic.
Eddie must have been tired... he seemed to be napping most of the time. Bailey too but I’d hear the odd ‘under his breath’ comment. He’s droll.
They must be resting up. I learned they are on a ‘stand-up comedian’ tour... 4 countries in 6 days.... and their first stop: Vienna. It was so disappointing that we wouldn’t be on the same train. I must be imagining things. I thought I saw looks of relief in their eyes. No, that couldn’t be. We had such a fun chat the whole way across the Atlantic.
Well, from there I had to find the train station to take the train to M&M’s town and then I’d have to figure out how to get to their home. The scenery is amazing here. Mountains with snow on their crests, beautiful green valleys and architecture like I’d never seen before. Everything is so spectacular, colourful and fresh looking. I am excited... I’m almost 'home'.
The train is so comfortable. I have to sit and write to you and check out the scenery. If I relax I might miss my stop.
Oh, the conductor is calling the station now. Time to disembark. I’d better continue this later.
Back again. It is now the next morning.
I arrived at the train station yesterday evening, picked up my luggage and then was at a loss which way to go. It was late in the day but luckily I met a gentleman nearby and he gave me directions. (more about him later) Good thing I asked. I would have headed the wrong way. I was confused which was North, South, East and West.... it is hard to tell once the sun goes down behind the mountain tops.
The gentleman was so helpful. He even suggested a place to stop for refreshments along the way. I took his advice and started out toward the Gasthaus.
I was walking and pulling my suitcase behind me. This is not an easy task on cobblestone streets, but it seems most if not all the streets are made of cobblestone.
I love the look but it's a little hard on the claws and the wheels of my suitcase. Nevertheless, this was a small price to pay to be moving to Austria and living with my dear friends M&M. And one benefit... at least I won’t have to endure a claw trim. The streets will do it for me.
Suddenly I was just so tired I decided to stop and have a wee nap. I found a nice bush at another pretty place on the way to the Gasthaus and curled up beneath it. A short nap and I’d be on my way again.
When I awoke it was morning. Oh my! I had slept all night and here I was disheveled and starving.
After a thorough grooming and getting my whiskers in order, I picked up my backpack, grabbed my luggage and off I went to find the Gasthaus... My tummy was grumbling I was so hungry.
Along the way I think I must have gotten turned around again, but I found a cute little shop that Grammy would love. Yes, you know the one.... Swarovski. I must check it out one day. Maybe they’ll have the earrings that Grammy loved so much and lost one of. Wouldn’t that please her.
I was hungry and oh so tired again from walking I decided to sit down and rest for a moment before continuing on to the Gasthaus. I sat on my suitcase, pulled out the letter to you to continue and immediately nodded off into another nap.
Oally I awoke again and asked for directions. The people here are so polite and helpful. I’m going to love living here.
So, directions sorted, I headed out to get refreshments and here I am sitting in a delightful little inn having a class of milk and writing to you.
The pastries are divine here. I had a wee snack along with my milk... well, maybe it was two or three wee pastries. They are so yummy.
That’s all for now. I’d better move along and find M&M before evening settles in again. Hope all is well at home and Grammy has recovered from the shock. Oh and please remind her to send my allowance. I’m running low on funds.
Love you Mousie, my sweet gentle girl. Love you ruffians too. Sweetie, dear, you take care of Mousie and keep those boys in line. Love and hugs. Love to Grammy, too.
Oh dear. That mummy! What an adventure. What fun. Such cheek asking Grammy for her allowance. Mummy... you naughty girl. Teehee.
Here's the other letter...
Dear Mousie and family,
Hello again, dear family. Just a quick note to let you know I arrived safely.
It took a wee while before I finally arrived but only once more did I get lost... I thought I had arrived but then was confused and had to ask directions again.
Fortunately, while I was at the Gasthaus, a sweet young lady sat down and had a coffee and chatted with me. She taught me a few words to use to get directions or help when I needed it.
Funny though, some people stared at me. Have they never seen a cat with a suitcase and backpack before? Seems quite normal to me. Oh well. They were very helpful and pointed me in the right direction when I asked.
The look on Mme’s face when I arrived was wonderful. She seemed delighted to see me. I look forward to seeing M when she finishes work this evening. Meanwhile Mme has plied me with more sweets and a tall glass of milk... and *yawning* I’m feeling a little tired. I think I’ll settle in for a wee nap.
Before I do, I’ll run down and pop this into the post.
Love to all of you,
Well, friends, this has been a rollercoaster ride of emotions... but there is more to come, I'm sure. Stay tuned for what comes next.
Please remember this is not real. We did not ship Whiskers off to Austria...
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By Gentle Mouse, chronicler of this sad tale.
Sob, sob! Hiccough, hiccough. *Pulling self together* ... So sorry, friends. Mummy Whiskers has gone to Austria. I know! What happened? You need a little background. Okay, here goes.
As you know, if you’ve been following our Facebook page, friends of ours visited our fair city for a few months this past summer, and while here, came to visit us a number of times. Now for the duration of the story we will call them M&M when they are together, or Mme when referring to Grammy’s friend, and M the younger, when referring to her daughter (also her friend).
Now, M&M were here a couple of years ago and that is when Grammy met Mme originally. They struck up a conversation and before we knew it, Mme was invited to visit and subsequently met all of us... the Mischief and Mayhem Crew. AND in a moment Mummy Whiskers and Mme became friends. It was instantaneous... before the tea tray was transported from kitchen to living room, Mummy Whiskers was purring up a storm as Mme’s hand stroked her velvety back.
As Grammy was saying good-bye after such a pleasant visit, mummy was packing her suitcase to follow Mme home to her temporary lodgings. Grammy had to keep a close eye on her at each subsequent visit.... Mummy was smitten and so was Mme. Then suddenly Mme was gone back to her home in Europe and Mummy Whiskers was bereft.
This summer Mme returned and these two struck up their friendship again... Mme stroking and mummy purring through each visit... and when M the younger arrived she got double the attention. Unbeknownst to us, this time she (Mummy Whiskers) was determined to accompany them home to Austria.
Well, Grammy stepped in again and counted heads, paws and toes just to be sure all feline furries were accounted for... and all were.
Whiskers was devastated when she heard they’d left without her. Oh yes, she got the goodbye kisses and hugs, but she thought that was just a ploy to put Grammy off the scent... and they would come back on their way to the airport and pick her up. When that didn’t happen she devised her plan.
She borrowed Grammy’s plastic card. You know the one that we use to order treats and toys on-line. Yes, that’s the one. So she ordered airline tickets, some Canadian cash and a lot of Euros to pay tariffs, a railway ticket from the airport to the village and food along the way. She was determined! No-one could stop her!!!
*Mousie starts crying again* Boohoo... hiccough, gulp. Sorry friends, but I miss my mummy!
The next morning while Grammy was busy knitting, (You know how focused the old girl is when she knits! Oblivious!) Mummy Whiskers hauled her backpack, suitcase and essentials into the hall and kissed us all goodbye with an “I’m off! Toodles! I promise to write.”
Well, we couldn’t let her go to the airport alone. So Rondo ‘borrowed’ the neighbour’s car again and we escorted her to the airport. We were all sad that she was leaving us. After all, she is our Matriarch of Mischief and the family groomer... and we love and will miss her. I will miss her most. She’s my mummy! Oh boohoo! Sob, sob!
*gathering herself together Mousie continues....*
At the airport we had to wait in line to verify her ticket, weigh, label and check her luggage... and we got a lot of odd stares from the other travelers. We were so sad to see mummy go that we barely noticed. Mummy seemed oblivious to our sadness. Always prepared, Sweetie brought boxes of Kleenex with her.
Maybe we should have had paper towels though. We left huge puddles of tears all over the floor. Last we heard as mummy went through to the boarding gate was a call for “cleanup – water spill at Gate No. X”. Oh, I miss my mummy.
By the time we got home, mummy would be well on her way. Grammy looked up from her knitting as we walked through the door and saw us all crying. Realizing something had upset us all she started questioning us. We blubbered as we told her Whiskers was gone to Austria. Explanations over, Grammy cried along with us. More Kleenex and more puddles. Grammy gave us cuddles and kisses then crawled into bed herself. What a sad day!
(for those of you who might be upset that Grammy let Whiskers go, this is ONLY A STORY!.
Whiskers is part of our family and will be so for life) but Whiskers’ love for M&M is strong... and she would be happy to live with them. It is this love that inspired the story.)
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