When Mommie and I went to the mountains with cousin Judy we saw chipmunks – everywhere. At one rest stop we almost played with them. Mommie and Judy fed the little suckers – they only
I tried to play with them, but their mommies were everywhere and they wouldn't let me near the little fellas. One time I lunged at one and his mommie came after me and almost bit me. That was close enough for me, so I just
sat and watched them play. They seemed to say “ha, ha, big fat cat.” If I get to see them when they are bigger and their mommies aren't around, I'll show them who is BIG. They sorta smell like mice, so maybe they taste good too!!
wore me out. I slept good and long that night.
SMELLING THE TREES
Guess what Mommie and Aunt Helen did!! They smelled trees. In Judy's yard she has a Ponderosa Pine which she swears smells like butterscotch. So on our excursion
to the mountains, we had to stop every so often so they could smell the trees.
When we stopped at the next camp, the manager came over and guessed what they were doing. She said her grandson said they smelled like strawberries. Of course, at the next
stop they said they could tell that the one Pine smelled like butterscotch and the other one like strawberries. Since I am shorter all I got to smell was the doggie stuff (you get the idea).
With the chipmunks and the smelly trees we had a great day
in the mountains.