Travelog post for: Pussy Galore

Pussy Galore was relaxing in a pretty garden, enjoying the sun on her fur and the breeze in her whiskers, when she spotted a small brown bird that made her feel rather peckish. Like lightning, she pursued it up a tree, but her plans were foiled when it flew away and she realised that climbing down was harder than climbing up.

Time passed and it began to get dark.

And a bit chilly.

This wasn't good.

This wasn't good in the slightest...

And worst of all, it looked like it might rain.