PDX for the weekend

So I was getting a bit bored being back in the USA, so I decided to spend a week up in Portland, Oregon, home of crusty white people. Thankfully, my Aunt Weeny-- who lives there-- is not a crusty hippie (though she does have a bread and roses poster in her house). Here in PDX, the stupid humans have been carting me around in a milk crate-- that's right, a MILK CRATE. It's totally not my style. Extremely humiliating. Why don't I have something like a satin pillow? I'm terribly afraid someone from NYC-- like my friend Sigmund-- will see me.



Oh well.