When I married Mr. Pumpkin, I brought my kitteh, Egon, with me. He traveled down from Maryland in a cat carrier in the car. He didn’t like it much, but he was a trooper the whole way, occasionally venturing out to sit on my lap or Mr. Pumpkin’s lap. When we stopped for meals, we left water for him, and a little food, on the floorboards. The one night we stayed in a hotel that was rather methy. Someday I… Continue Reading ››