So my cat Mole Negro and I took a fairly smooth and drama-free trip from Brooklyn to my mom's place in the Bay Area yesterday. Mole was a trooper, even when he had to be carried through the security scanner, suffered through a long and bumpy plane ride, and then a short drive to my mom's. There was barely a peep out of him the whole way.
Now he's pretty happy in my new bedroom, where's he's got all the comforts of our old place. Today he is slowly exploring the rest of the house — which must seem like an endless palace after having grown up in various New York apartments. And the spring-like 60 degree weather is helping.
Such a huge change after the snow and sleet of New York. What a difference a day makes.