Still traveling Tortoise Cat now-seeking new territory

Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, how soon will we fly away from here? I'd rather prowl along than ride! This place is purr-fectly OK, so why go?

Chameleon: The next place will feature bright window sills and giant yards. Yet maybe you'll miss the extra attention you're taking advantage of here from Big One Uncles Marshall and Rick when we'll roll along over there in a while, as soon as possible.

Tortoise Cat: When is as soon as possible, Chameleon? In how long a while will we roll along?

Chameleon: Well...whenever. As soon as possible could mean a short or a long while, Tortoise Cat. So I recommend luxuriating in the plush furnishings and features of our current location until then.

Tortoise Cat: So when is whenever. But when is then, Chameleon?

Chameleon: Well, when might become then whenever or anytime and anyplace...but it's all pretty iffy, Tortoise Cat. Then is much easier to spot a while after it happens. So for now let's just frolic with leafy shadows instead of worry, then plop down for a nap and dream up fun.

Tortoise Cat: OK, Chameleon. So, I muse...possibly...EYOW: When, whenever and then are pretty, iffy, shifty now-shadows folks could play-dream in and probably while-away worry with fun. How a-MEW-zing!

Chameleon: OK, whatever, Tortoise Cat. 

Tortoise Cat contemplates blogging more during the next Cat-Grass Season

Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, I want to blog more often, starting soon...perhaps when the new Cat-Grass Season begins.

Chameleon: Cat-Grass Season is some long whiles away still, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: OK, Chameleon, let us cat-nap-dream on until green grasses sprout.

Chameleon: OK, we'll just post a few pictures of you not blogging yet.

Tortoise Cat: OK, but pass the catnap first, please!

Tortoise Cat remains wary amid cushions

Tortoise Cat: Picture windows, window ledges, cushions with blankets...this new, bigger place seems purrfect...almost. But I'm wary...wary of the extra big ones roaming here, Chameleon.

Chameleon: Yes...The troubled energy eddies of disturbed souls lurking and looming does stir up red flags amid this otherwise harmonizing calm zone. But the outdoorsy critters are stellar neighbors, do you not agree Tortoise Cat?

Tortoise Cat: Again, we do agree. So I will keep on critter-communing on the steps and through the windows, cozy up on the plush cushions and remain one-eyed-wary while acting aloof.

Chameleon: OK, Tortoise Cat. And let us meet up in deepening dreams of happy circumstances and playful situations.

Tortoise Cat: OK, I will soon dream deeply...with one eye wary.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW -- Cat-Grass Season is over!

Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, Cat-Grass Season is over. This new home territory is some colder than wherever that was we lived before, isn't it?

Chameleon: Yes, Tortoise Cat, there are more critters and trees here, but fewer degrees. The Deeper-Dreaming Season -- my favorite -- has begun.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW, I dread the frosty, icy stones stinging my toes!

Chameleon: But, remember, you have some more cushions here, too.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW, I meant to learn hibernation. Maybe during the next Cat-Grass Season I shall succeed.

Chameleon: Dream on it, Tortoise Cat!

Tortoise Cat: Now Chameleon, can you blow some of your hot air on my paws while I tiptoe-rumpus a while in these amazing, smelly grayish-purple leaves (that the Big One insists "glow golden, orange and yellow")?

Tortoise Cat blurs her head cleverly

Tortoise Cat: That MONSTER CRITTER "Racowlly Dog" -- I fear -- might trespass here again! I'm still scared, Chameleon. But the Big One is unconcerned!

Chameleon: That mysterious mid-night encounter happened in a dream, Tortoise Cat. You, the Big One, Raccoon, Owl, the Dog Next Door, and I were all dreaming up a storm together, within the energy clouds of a powerful thunder and lightning storm blowing over, along with an unsung host of giant to tiny nature-dreamers that live around here, though all our versions varied.

Tortoise Cat: But what happened on the back steps then, really?

Chameleon: Just the usual blur of everything, everywhere happening at once, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: OK, I'll blur my head and shake the dread.

Tortoise Cat flies in autumn garden dreams

Tortoise Cat: Most of my favorite plant-pals have already gone into hiding, underground...But their drying, dying bits and pieces have started emitting the most surprising, perplexing, extraordinary aromas...!

Chameleon: Relax and allow those potent transformational essences to induce amazing, shapeshifting dreams, Tortoise Cat!

Tortoise Cat: OK. EYOW. Am I really flying, Chameleon?

Chameleon: Well, yes. In these wondrous autumnal day-dreams you are soaring and diving most skillfully, Tortoise Cat.

Moving to another territory far way, some day

Tortoise Cat rests in a favorite territorial garden nook.

Tortoise Cat: The Big One mentioned moving to another territory! Why?

Chameleon: The rumpus of city life...? Winter snow impeding progress...? I don't know, Tortoise Cat. It must be an old longing for the first home territory.

Tortoise Cat: What do you mean, first home territory?

Chameleon: It's wherever one is when exploring and marking beings, like your first place with the Big One, two blocks westward.

Tortoise Cat: Where is the Big One's first home territory, Chameleon?

Chameleon: It's in a land called Central Valley, where summers are hot but dry with cool night ocean breezes. The way big ones reckon distances, it's much closer to my own home territory called Point Reyes Seashore.

Tortoise Cat: How?

Chameleon: I will shape-shift into a dragon and fly, Tortoise Cat. But you and the Big One will pack a van and roll along.

Tortoise Cat: A van? What is that? Must we roll dangerously fast like we did to and from the Big One's folk's territory during snow-season, way too far westward, but wonderful when we arrived?

Chameleon: A van is much bigger than the car you rode to the folk's place in and it will roll slightly slower. But, you will roll much farther westward and arriving will be...wondrously amazing. The ride to the Central Valley will take about five days.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW! What is "five"...?

Chameleon: Five is just one of the many, many words the big ones use to say "some"...but as cats count, the ride will take some days and nights.

Tortoise Cat: More than one and more than two, is too, too long a ride, Chameleon. When?

Chameleon: Next year, probably. And that's too long from now to keep on conversing about today, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: Is next year after cat-grass season? Because this cat-grass season might never end.

Chameleon: It won't happen before the next cat-grass season, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: OK, Chameleon.  Let us play, nap and dream through every day of this perfect cat-grass season that might last forever.