OMG, I’m mortified! It turns out that delicious scent on Mama G’s hiking boots was, at least in part, cow pies! I learned that my mamas were in some country called Switzerland, and happened to be there for a special event, when the dairy farmers bring their cows down from the mountain pastures for the winter and parade them through the village. I guess Those Two weren’t tough enough for the bulls in Pamplona, so they settled for the cows in Lauterbrunnen.
Here’s Mama C picking her way through the cow pies. I apologize for the poor quality: it’s a screen shot from video because Mama G accidentally deleted her 400 trip photos and had only video left. I haven’t heard her curse that much since the 2016 election!
I have to say after watching the video, cows could sure use a lesson from us kitties on proper bathroom etiquette. They clearly don’t care where they go, and covering up afterward isn’t even on their radar!
I think we could also teach cows a thing or two about dignity. What other creature would passively allow itself to be herded through streets lined with tourists, practically a flowerpot on its head and a giant bell on its neck? I’m a very peace-loving guy, but please don’t try that kind of stuff on me!
I also saw some photos that Mama C had on her phone, and I wasn’t too happy about those. It looks like Those Two were cheating on me again, petting cute Swiss kitties whenever they got the chance.
I know I shouldn’t be jealous, though. It was only because they missed me so much, and needed a cat “fix.” I really missed them, too. I’m so glad they’re back home. The cows probably are, too.
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