The four-day drive West on I-90 was a toasty one, right smack in the middle of a heat wave. My mom and I had a really great trip nonetheless, making time for extracurricular activities like a stop in South Dakota to track down my great-grandfather's grave and have a picnic with him. My cats also joined us for lunch in the cemetery as did two wild turkeys and a pair of fawns.
I had been really apprehensive about the drive, specifically wondering how my cats would handle being in a car. They're sisters, both rescue cats with troubled kitten-hoods (their litter was found near a factory in Chicago, the kittens had been abused and some were even killed). All the surviving kitties were rescued and adopted. Ruby and Mabel were the last ones, waiting for their forever home (with me) for over a year and a half. They've both blossomed and are really social and playful cats around people they know well.
|Ruby in the hotel, Minnesota|
It's good to be home. The cats are settling in and making friends with the family dog. The air is cool, damp, and fragrant with just a hint of saltiness coming off the sea. I'm surrounded by green instead of gray and I feel like I can breathe again! More on that later, I'm gonna take the dog for a walk.