As usual, we went to mt dad's house for Thanksgiving. We always stock
up the catfood and water so that the cats have plenty while we are
gone overnight.

Well, this is the first year that Little Feet hasn't had Presto around
(although I'm still not sure that he minds all that much). So, as part
of Phase II: Adopt Buster (grin), I let Buster in "to keep Little Feet
company while we are gone".

Now, we have never left Buster inside while we are gone overnight
either, so I really wasn't sure how that would work out. But Buster
and Little Feet get along. In fact, Little Feet likes it when Buster
is inside, so he can raid Buster's food (the same thing he gets...).

So off we went.

My dad has three dogs - a poodle and a peekapoo, both indoor dogs, who
also get the run of the front yard, and who hate cats; and a huge dog
in the back yard named muffin, who also doesn't like cats (sigh).

My dad used to have a parrot, but I've neglected to ask if the parrot
hated cats too (big grin).

The poodle is old and completely blind, but he gets around the house
just fine. If you are sitting in the usual path to his bed, though,
you are likely to get bumped into a couple of times.

Talk came up along the nature of "you really ought to move closer to
work" (read: closer to home - grin), and they mentioned that the home
I lived in 25 years ago (just up the street) is up for sale. Hmmmm...
I drove past and wrote the number down.

Called when I got home, and they only want $87,500. It's an ideal
little place, and has a high fence around it too. So purrs on maybe
being able to buy this place. It *would* be nice to be near my
folks...

Anyway, we get back home. Littkle Feet is walking low to the ground,
checking out the noise, looking worried. So I suspect he *was* worried
about being home alone without us. Buster was napped out on the bed,
and was also glad to see us, but I don't think he was too worried
about spending the night in a warm, comfy apartment with plenty of
food and water (grin).

I've just spent lots of time with Little Feet, assuring him that we
missed him "whole bunches", and that we had a hard time sleeping
without him on our pillows. So far, we appear to have been forgiven,
by token of the fact that we came back home (grin).

Everyone was sad to hear that Presto had passed on, so we had plenty
of sympathy there.

The food was good, and a large portion of the leftovers was stashed in
the back of my car. Had to stop and have a tire patched before getting
on the freeway, but we got in quick, for a reasonable price.

I discovered that there is excellent cellular coverage, even inside my
dad's house, so I could receive posts from the group, on my wireless
handheld (hallelujah! no withdrawal symptoms ! Grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark