Check it out. I was plucked from the first class seat to which I had quickly become accustomed. I didn't scratch, though because the TSA guys on planes these days are jealous of my catlike grace and lithe power. They might over react and panic when they saw my strength. Besides, I'm sober now, so it was mostly just a little "misunderstanding".
GETTING BOUNCED FROM FIRST CLASS SEAT
Here I am peeping the magnificence of the American terminal at St Louis, Missouri. Are they into arches here or what? I'll bet even litter boxes have dramatic arched architectural embellishments here. Car washes and vet clinics too.
After a quick stop in MO, I got to gaze upon The Mississippi River. It took a while but I finally learned to spell Mississippi. Next Stop: Anaheim, CA!
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