My sweetheart loves to take me to his favorite places. Sometimes we visit other cities just to eat. And tailgate. This here is our lunch from Lou and Harry's in Lansing. I could dig Lansing.
While in Memphis, we got drenched and had to spontaneously slipped into the Peabody Hotel. We arrived just in time for a front row seat to the famous marching of the ducks. You can learn the legend of the ducks here.
My poor kitty still hasn't recovered from his ordeal. He is starting to perk up a bit, but by and large he is exhausted. Ten days on the lam is a long time to be gone.
He's back! He's back! He's back! Our kitty is back! A man I talked to today saw him, scooped him up and called us tonight. Kitty cat has been home about two hours now and he's exhausted. We are hella relieved. He doesn't know it yet, but he's getting microchipped very, VERY soon.
I'm not sure if you can tell or not, but he is skinny and weak. It makes me so sad to see how thin he is.