Shona the Calico Cat hasn't been well since I left Port A. Now she has stopped eating, drinking and pooping. If she dies on the way to Huntsville, I'll put her in the back of the truck and bury her at Monte Sano State Park. She loved it there. If I have to get her put to sleep I'll ask if I can have her body and do the same. Nineteen years, quite a chunk of my life. And even a bigger chunk for my son, who was 6 when I got her. But she's had a really good life and a long one.
I'm on the border of Texas and Louisiana at a Rest Stop. Feeling like poop. Bogie is the only one of us who's happilly munching on his food and enjoying the trip. I only got honked at once going through Houston. Wow! I must be getting better.