We decided to visit another place our mom wrote about in her book. To avoid the Civil War, we arrived in Savannah, Georgia in 1860. We were told many soldiers in the war had pet dogs, cats, squirrels, raccoons, and other wild life, but we didn’t want to be a soldier’s pet since we have the run of our current house. Life was difficult for everyone back then, even people. We have a temperature controlled house and as much food as we need. Why would we want to live in an era that doesn't have the same comforts? We're smart cats, we know when we have a good thing. Of course we like to pretend we are suffering from starvation and lack of proper attention. It makes our mom feel guilty and she ends up spoiling us. In fact, we pretended to be orphans displaying our most pathetic faces to some nice lady at the plantation. She gave us some fried chicken, and pet us for a long time. It got too hot for us so we had to come back home to the air conditioning.
Tigger & Hobbes