It's Christmas Eve Part Done

Movie Man called from his parents' Corpus Christi home. A package, he had been expecting, unexpectedly showed up at his bachelor pad. Hesitant, was he, to ask if I'd check on it, that I wound up asking HIM about going to get it. Especially since Movie Man doesn't arrive back in town until about Dallas-Philadelphia game time on Sunday.

For the couple mile trek, I decided to take my darkest tuxedo tabby:Noir. He's the cat who plays fetch and follows me everywhere with this mangled what used to be a stuffed mouse on a string. That's the toy we play fetch with. So I scoop him up and off to Movie Man's we go in the Pumpkin.

Yea.

Noir meowed LOUD. I'm sure some of you are saying, "Well, OF course, a cat may yowl in the car." My shock is Noir NEVER meows. He just sits and stares. The last time I heard Noir holler like that was the night he was born. The Tuesday night in June, when his mom hatched Noir and siblings, underneath my bed.

All in all, we made it Movie Man's and back without incident. I will say, occasionally, Noir looked out the window and watched the other cars zip by. Now he's over in the chair. Wonder if visions of tuna fish and cat nip treats dance in his head? . And I'm ready to head to the couch after I grab a Christmas cookie.