Day 1
It was freezing that day in North Carolina (well, almost literally). The trailer was packed the night before, it was just the essentials left to be thrown in the back of the pick up truck and the apartment needed a quick once over with an all purpose cleaner. Pookie was excited about her adventure back out west and glad her brother Sparky was helping her, but the whole morning had melancholy sprinkled about. Oh, to leave friends (and amazing ones at that!)
During the bustle that morning one of the cats bolted out the door. Pookie wasn’t concerned though, the 15lb. tabby had been cruising in and out through out the whole chaotic packing and moving. Plus, it was 30 degrees outside, he’d be back.
Well, not back before lunch, a nap and few hours of Kids in the Hall in an empty apartment seemed like a good idea. And certainly not back before popping open the champagne, grabbing the worst sushi ever and inviting Madge over seemed like the only proper things to do. The obese tabby did come back before bed, meaning he caught the ridiculous caravan that was headed out the next morning. A whole days worth of driving spent waiting for a cat, inebriated in an empty apartment.
is that your finger all dressed up poking through the map?