One of the most endearing things about Salem is that he likes to be with me all the time. ALL the time. Whatever room I’m in, so is he. If I move to another room, he follows.
And I do mean every room. This is where he sits when I… well, you know. When I sit.
This Texas cat is my favorite souvenir I’m bringing home to Tennessee. (I’ve told him what to expect, though I don’t think he realizes just how many trees he’ll be able to climb.) The first challenge, however, is the two-day car ride plus three nights in three different hotels. (He’s not a fan of car rides. Remember?) I hope he can just go with the flow this week. Living out of suitcases, in between addresses, everything is packed – it’s not ideal, but it’s temporary. Hang in there, Salem. And, please, please don’t poop in the car on the way there.