... is a cat. And after a pretty damn purrfect afternoon - details in next blog entry - we were graced by a visit from a very fluffy tabby/torty cross Norsk pussk. He had a lot to say, and because we have been here 5 days, we understood purrfectly. I quote: "Neglected, misunderstood, starved and forced to suffer indignities like cruising strangers at a bus stop for a bit of attention. Waaa.. "
I, sook sook, took lots of photos and a movie or two (on Le Camera) to prove that Norwegian catspeak is not unlike feline dialects across the world.
We are packing tonight, ready to abandon our luggage twice tomorrow - once at the hotel foyer, for the afternoon, and then again at the Hurtigruten tent at the Fish Market, ready to embark!!!!! at 6pm, and sail!!!!!!! at 8pm. I can't really quite believe we're going to do it, but now M has the grog (what pisspots we must sound, and how anal are the Bergenese with their two wee liquor shops, and their 6pm beer-selling closing time at the supermarket. Is there a problem??? *I* aint got one)... we can sail away and, if we like, not set foot on land unless we need more tonic water. Wowee!
The Prada was purrfect. I hope you out there, my dear ones and my unknown readers who I would like to know more of, are all well, warm or cool enough, and within grasping distance of whatever it is that soothes you most. G'night fur now.
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