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The Fleabag’s Journey

Poor Ole’ Tupelo. That cat’s been drug from pillar to post and he seems to simply roll with the punches.

Snatched from his territory here at Lake Harmony last May, he adjusted to life – again – at my mother’s condo. After settling in there, he was relocated to my condo in Niagara-on-the-Lake. Comfortably settled in there, it was time for the back-seat journey again, up and down those damn mountains of West Virginia, until being released to his territory once again, here, near the Georgia/Florida border…

…for a day or two until it was back in the truck and off to the Vet for his rabies shot. However, that’s only fifteen minutes away, then back to his Empire.

It’s a rough life.

 

Sunning in Niagara-On-The-Lake…

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Getting a Motel tan…

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Sweet Home, Lake Harmony…

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