Bye, Bye, Kitty

It's weird. I walked into the house yesterday and there was no greeting. I didn't get a furry wake up call this morning either. I keep looking over my shoulder and having the urge to call Darwin even though I know he isn't here. I know it's a bit weird to obsess over my cat, but I am pretty attached to the big, furry guy.

Yesterday morning we packed Darwin up and took him to the airport. Grandpa Jack has agreed to give him a good home so that we can go and travel the world. I called Grandpa today to see how everything was going. It seems that after traveling for 12 hours in a crate and being set loose in a strange apartment Darwin did not want to make friends.

He is still growling and hissing and hiding under the bed, under the couch, behind the TV, and even on the counter behind the coffee maker. He also has yet to eat or use the litter box. That is one pissed off cat. I just hope Grandpa can stick it out until the real Darwin finally emerges.