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siamesaYay! We're headed up to the mountains with my maternal grandparents this weekend, which should be fun. We've got a little cabin out in the middle of absolutely nowhere near Pisgah National Forest, and while it's basically the home of the Beverly Hillbillies albeit with more seventies carpet, we love it dearly. The relatives seem to like it too, as they can now go turkey hunting and it's got a deer stand.
(I'm not ashamed of my redneck relatives, or anything, and I don't mean redneck as an insult, just more in the general Southern "that guy with the dead possum in his yard" except fewer dead possums). I really like them, they're good people, and they make great barbecue. It's just that it's only now begun to hit me that most people don't have a bunch of cousins who decorate their living rooms in Furry Things I Have Shot.)
We might bring the kitten. She likes it up there, because she's allowed to claw the furniture. She also adores my fuzzy blanket that I have up there. She kneads it like its her mother (that's a whole 'nother redneck relative story) and purrs and purrs.
(I'm not ashamed of my redneck relatives, or anything, and I don't mean redneck as an insult, just more in the general Southern "that guy with the dead possum in his yard" except fewer dead possums). I really like them, they're good people, and they make great barbecue. It's just that it's only now begun to hit me that most people don't have a bunch of cousins who decorate their living rooms in Furry Things I Have Shot.)
We might bring the kitten. She likes it up there, because she's allowed to claw the furniture. She also adores my fuzzy blanket that I have up there. She kneads it like its her mother (that's a whole 'nother redneck relative story) and purrs and purrs.