The first few times Wahoo went on trips with us, he traveled in my carrier with me.  His first trip was to visit Grandma for Thanksgiving.  His next trip was to Florida.  I am such a gracious host . . . I gave him the grand tour & left him by the window to enjoy the view while I checked everything out to make sure that all was in its appropriate place - litter box, food, water, toys . . . the necessities.  After that, mom, dad & I decided that Wahoo would always go with us.  No reason to leave him home alone.

Now, Wahoo seems to beat me to our destination, regardless of where we're going.  Friday night, when I got home in FL, Wahoo was already in mom & dad's room.  Tonight when we came home to Atlanta, he was in the living room.  He's not traveling in my carrier with me.  And, I don't see my parents carrying him.  For such a small kitty who never speaks, he's a quick little guy.  One of these days, I'll figure out how he's doing it.

Gotta run . . . it was quite an eventful weekend & I need my kitty sleep!  Catch ya' later!  --AJ the Kitty Boy