as i mentioned in a previous post, the gal and i flew to atlanta the other day.  she got a seat by the window and i got a cage on the floor.  it wasn’t my favorite way to travel, but like so many things i’m discovering since joining a family, there are many decisions that are made for me rather than by me.  i’m adjusting, but it’s a process.  when we’re out west, it’s just the two of us.  we have breakfast together every morning, we watch the birds outside the window, i blog, she knits.  but in our house in the ATL, there are two other cats and a rabbit.  the rabbit, whose name is kitty for pete’s sake, is bigger than me so i leave her alone.  but the cats are a different matter.  they’re sisters, and i would call them the feline equivalent of female dogs, except there is no equivalent, so i’ll just play it straight and say they are bitches.  serious bitches.  not only did they refuse to welcome me home, but they also won’t let me near the food.  and every time i need a cuddle, one of them is in my gal’s lap.  this is going to come to a head soon, like after they stop chasing me.  in the meantime, i’m staying out of their way and and doing my writing from a quiet spot under the bed.  Purr, y’all.