Meeting Orson

My Mom had to fly out to Utah one weekend in May 2006 to see Daddy(he was working there then). She also visited my Aunt Cane who lives there. These airlines are so fussy sometimes, that I decided not to go with Mama and stay at my Dad's cousin's instead. Thank you E for having me over! He has a cute son named Orson. We couldn't communicate very well since he speaks Meow and I speak Woof. We were trying hard to have a conversation but it didn't work out. His Dad put him in his lap and I got jealous because I have to monopolize every lap available. I don't know why Orson was a bit scared of me. I believe my voice was louder than his and I was a bit bigger than him as well. I met him only once but I hope to talk to him next time and practice my Meow on him. Such a difficult language to learn! I'm making some progress though. You'd better study some Woof too Orson! I'll post a picture of him as soon as I get it sent to me.