Newbie! Grr! The little bastard somehow sensed I was planning a trip. He hid somewhere in the house. Nothing could smoke him out, not even the can of white tuna and the juice therefrom.
Finally found him under the guest bed. Managed to get out from under it via diabolical means I won't describe here. Suffice it to say he wasn't happy. Neither was I. The trip here was a pretty quiet one, with him avoiding eye contact with me. His carrier seemed like more of a prison to him than usual, I guess.
Frightfully long day. Guess I'll turn in.
See you tomorrow.
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