This is Fruitycake. I’ve been having lots of new experiences lately.
Some I love. Like new pizza places and focaccia every day.
Some experiences I’m not so sure of.
Like when we went shopping for groceries yesterday in a store that usually, I’ve seen only people allowed in.
But Girl Person said I could go too. If I rode in a box in a grocery cart.
Now, I didn’t ask to be a box of fruit. But that’s what I was. Persons were smiling at me and touching me like a box of fruit.
And I of course am sweet, like a box of fruit. But you know what? This box of fruit was not for sale.
I am not sure what I thought of shopping in a grocery cart. It was interesting to see where persons shop and what they do.
But I wanted to put everything in my cart. It was very tempting. But my box was only so big, and my fluffy butt had to fit in it.
The good things in life aren’t things. Although I certainly liked getting some treats and toys. But good things in life are experiences.
A day and another day that seem ordinary are not. There is always something new to see. Like a box of fruit shopping in a grocery store in Italy.
–Fruitycake
