Fursday

Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie!
What... what... what?
We gots email! Impawtant email!
Victor, I told you before, we have NOT won the lottery, that widow in Algeria is not looking for us, and we don't need a more-gage, whatever it is.
No, Bonnie, it's not spam, it's Mom.
So?
... and Dad.
Let me see.
No. I's readin it. Hmmm... it says they lefted De-troyt but got stuck in terrific. Terrific?
Traffic, stoopid.
What's that?
That's when the monsters with wheels all go to the same place at the same time and hold the beans captive. It happens most days in the morning and afternoon. But it was late night. Why was there traffic?
Um, don't know... Oh, Mom says a truck was fired an all the cars was stopped fur... many naps! Amost 2 HOURS of naps afore the monsters agreed to moof again.
The truck was fired? No, the truck had a fire.
Ok, so anywho, they were furry late for their rain, but it waited. I didn't know rain could wait!
No, Victor, not rain. The TRAIN. You know, when they take a bunch of long metal monsters and hook them all together and make them roll together on a track. Like my man's toys downstairs. The ones your SUPPOSED to stay OUT of?
You promised not to tell! But... how'd the beans get small enuf to fit into one of Dad's trains?
::sigh:: My man's trains are toys. The real thing is bigger. Like the boy's toy monsters are small versions of our beans' monsters with wheels.
... ooooooooohhhhhh... That makes more sense. Ok, so when the rain putted out the truck fire, the terrific let our beans go. But they still wented more far away instead of comin home!
Something like that. Yes, since they aren't in De-troyt and they aren't here, they must be... wait for it... SOMEWHERE ELSE!
Wul, duh!
Does it say where they are? Here, let me read that. You do it wrong.
Hey!
Hmmm... truck, traffic, train, some funny letters... Dee See. The train almost lost their bags, so they stayed the night in Dee See, then took a faster train to... Bean Town?
Bean town? Sounds like a place fur many beans to go.
Yes, Bean Town, home of the Red Sox.
Red socks? Mom don't got any red socks. Not Dad, eifur.
You should know, laundry-breath.
Bonster!
Stoopid Cowcat!
Crabby Tabby!
Boycat!
What else does it say?
Hmm. Bean town, lots of history, blah blah harbor cruise, blah blah. Oh! Here's something! They ate some really good fish!
Fish? ::spin:: I like fish! Will they share? ::spin::
I... don't think so. Ok, here's the important part. My man... and that woman... will be going on another train soon to bring them home.
::spin:: YEAH! Mom an Dad are comin home! ::spin:: an they're bringing fish and rain! ::spin:: An maybe I get to play wif red socks! ::spin::
That's the whole note, Victor. Now, go over there.
Where?
Over THERE.
Where over there?
Anywhere, as long as it's away from me!
But Bonnie!
No buts, Victor!
But BONNIE!
I said, NO BUTS!
BUT BONNIE, WHAT ABOUT THE BIDEO?
The what?
The bideo. Mom said she founded a bideo fur us to post.
What bideo? I don't remember any bid... I mean VIDeo.
MOM SAID WE COULD!
Ok, ok, calm down. Don't get your tail in a kink. We'll post the video.
An don't furget the ofur fing.
What other thing? I'm not forgetting anything.
Yes you are! We haf to wish them a happy gotcha day.
Gotcha day? It's not our gotcha day.
No, silly, theirs. The day they got each ofur.
Oh, that gotchaday. It's their anniversary. The day they got married, 15 years ago.
Yea, that gotchaday. Wow, 15 years? That's older than the boy.
Yes, it is.
That's efur older than YOU, Bonnie!
::whap::And that reminds me... keep your tail to yourself.
Hey!
For our beans' 15th Anniversary, here's a video of us almost getting along. Whatever normal is, we'll be returning to it next week.

Wordless Week (Updated: Scroll Down)

Mom sented us sum pictors... anyone know where my beans are?
Yup, sum furry smart puddins guessed rite: Dee-troyt, Michigan. Finny an Buddy got that part.


An Derby efun got the bilding, the GM Renaissance Center. It's furry big.
I sure hope my boy don't get wet in that fountain!


UPDATE:
This is Bonnie. While the guesses have been very good, I feel that Victor has not provided pictures that adequately hint at the beans' location. Yes, it's a big city with glass and fountains. Yes, they are there for something model train related. It's not Glasgow, Arizona, or Texas, but they are near a US border. I believe the following pictures can help.


This is the Detroit River, looking east toward Belle Isle. Right bank is Windsor, Canada. This is the view from their room on the 41st floor. Nice and high.
This is the GM Wintergarden and in the distance is Canada. (Note to blogging cats: free wi-fi here)

The Ambassador Bridge between Detroit and Windsor. Taken from a floating monster called the Diamond Jack, which carried my woman and boy one day.

Just to confuse you, this is the Times Square stop on the Detroit People Mover (a "train").

Keep guessing, my dears! The beans will move on this weekend; my boy will go West and my man and that woman will go East. You are such SMART cats! No surprise there, but we had some great guesses.

My man and woman are traveling on to Boston this weekend. It's their blogiversary or anniversary or something. Meanwhile, the boy will go to El Lay to torment his grandparent beans. Yes, friends, Victor and I have the house to ourselves for another week. A man I tolerate feeds us (Victor's falling in love with him). If he does his job properly, I'll let him keep all his fingers. Of course, I'm working on a fine hairball for my man when he returns.