Perfect Adventures

Fungus had to say goodbye to his kitty-man-hood last Friday. We took him to get neutered at 7:30 in the morning. (This is normally the time I go to sleep!) But I was a good normal human being, and I went to sleep early, and woke up early.

I dropped my little baby off and went to hangout in Memphis all day. I really do mean all day.

We had apartment inspections.. and we needed to be out of the house. With Mowgli.

We were out for nearly 12 hours. I'm not even kidding. We spent all day exploring. I had the time of my life because I love to be out and about discovering new things. Taylor on the other hand got bored real quick. But we were forced to be out of the apartment... 

so I didn't even have to argue. 

I got my way.

We walked down Beale Street and went into some fascinating shops and talked with some wonderful people. There was one shop that had been around since 1876 and had all sorts of voodoo dolls and spells. 

I loved it.

I even got myself a voodoo doll..

(which Mowgli really wants to chew.)

After Beale Street we explored more of downtown and other random roads I insisted turning down.

We found a fabulous antique mall where I got to talk to the shop owner about antique yarn, old books, and cockatiels.

I did pick out some delightful books, including one that reminding me of my mom. A poetry book by James Whitcomb Riley. I read the poems out loud and couldn't stop my laughing. The wonderful spelling and the bright illustrations are so inspiring to me.

We continued on our adventure. 

Driving all over the city, back and forth and back and forth.

I took picture after picture and kept crying out, 

"Look! Look, how beautiful!"

"Aw Wow! What a pretty road!"

"Stop the car! I neeeeed pictures of this one! Okay.. hurry up, some guy is walking to the car..."

"Ahh! The trees are golden! Loooook!"

We ended the day by picking up a groggy little kitty who was very happy to see me.

I held him and rubbed his belly telling him I would never let that happen to him again.. and as far as I know.. the neutering procedure has never had to be done twice.. so I think I'm in the clear.

I'm not sure who had the worst day.. Fungus having surgery, Mowgli being cramped in a purse or a car all day, or Taylor having to drive around and around while listening to me go on and on about leaves and street names... But I do know who had the best day.

Me.