Friday cat blogging

After all his adventures, Morty sleeps today in his house in San Francisco, seeming not so different from the cat who crossed the country so unhappily. A little thinner after his nine days in the wild and his weeks of forced feeding and subcutaneous hydration. On the return trip, he rode on our laps in the front seat, never really trying to get under the pedals as we feared. He's a tough old guy.

And we're tough old girls, though slammed by a horrible cold since about Illinois and still hacking monstrously. This too will pass. We're emulating the sleeping Morty as much as we can.