Home at last

After a second unplanned week in Texas, I drove the entire 804 miles back to Tennessee almost non-stop. Part of this was because I brought along an elderly, unhappy cat that my aunt had given me permission to bring with me.

Poor Buddy was dumped by his family after 11 years. They claimed he had become aggressive, which was quickly exposed as a bald-faced lie. Poor Buddy is scared of all other cats, including the occasional kitten who wants to play with him.

Thankfully, Buddy has already taken to his new home. I had feared he would hide under the bed for days, but he seems genuinely pleased to discover that he really, really is the only cat under this roof.

I'm very happy to be back. My aunt's happy, my clients have given me additional work, and the weather here is beautiful.