Charlie, my adopted cat did  not like the car trip to San Diego. As soon as we started moving in, Charlie vanished into the mess. Charlie is six years old, and he was not a happy boy, being carted across the country and transplanted into a foreign environment. He meowed, and whined, and hid out of site nearly all day. And then he got hungry. Now he waits. “Where is my bowl?”

 

charlie-the-cat

I also have to get his litter box and bed ready. We are fortunate to live in a downstairs unit that already had a cat door installed that leads out to a small but private patio area. He can come and go as he pleases. I hope we can both survive this move and West Coast adventure.

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