See Ya. Wouldn't Want to Be Ya.

When we started planning the whole adventure we had to figure out what to do with the cat. This is as close to hiking as Logy would be getting (sleeping in my hiking boot box and lazily watching the birds out back).

Logy doesn't have his second family, MA and Nick or Sally and Scott, here in Vegas. Auntie Kathy may be my godmother, but she's not Logy's and I can't imagine here scooping anything or letting Logy get on the furniture. So we had to look elsewhere for a kitty-sitter.

I found a vet right in our area and they have a nice kennel with kitty condos. Really they are cages but fairly decent sized, and they interconnect. If they aren't too booked up and have the room available they can open the pass-through between a couple to give the cat more room to move around.

So we boarded Logy for the first time. He was a little pissed off at first. We could hear him growling and complaining at the techs when they took him back to do a quick check up. They let us go in the back to see him in his condo. He was mad at us.

He looked away from me and wouldn't let me give him cheek scratches and head rubs. He was pouting worse than a little kid.

Logy dissed us as we tried to say goodbye. I wished the techs luck and told them that normally he is very friendly.

And just like that, we were off...well, we left in the morning, but still. You get the idea.