Once upon a time, deep in the (not) woods, there lived a couple of people who'd originally come from nature and were strongly considering going back there as soon as bloody possible. They'd learned young of the joys of proper food, knowing where said food came from, and the sad and misrepresented modern world of hydrolyzed proteins, MSG content in IV drips, and the dogma of the episiotomy in the OB/Gyn medical establishment.

Sometimes the kittens would help them. More often, the kittens would get under foot, attempting to nick food, and providing a soundtrack.

Rural land, the kittens would tell you, is the sort of thing with Rurs in. Kittens, they don't grok rural land, so we left them home. While we were out, they made whole piles of rur, some of which got stood in.

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On the road, pictures were taken. These pictures are documented below with captions which you'll have to expand if you want to get the full story. If you're OK just looking at pictures of things you might find in the land of Arrrr, perhaps clicking the wee plus sign won't be necessary. If you're a kitten, and have figured out how the + sign works online, you're doing better than the vac.