Driving across Utah, I'm holding out the camera and hoping some of the cat ends up in the picture. She cried for 6 hours solid, that's 300 miles. Half of it was in the cat carrier, and half of it was while she crawled all over the inside of the car, sometimes throwing herself at the dashboard, sometimes on the back deck panting and crying.



Then, at Grand Junction, we stopped to gas up the car and she changed personality. I stopped the car on the way out of the parking lot to make sure she was still in the car, she was so quiet. She was there all right, but it was like a different cat. For the remaining 7 hours, she quietly rested on the back seat, quietly rested on the center console, or quietly rested on my lap. She is a small kitty, only about 9 pounds, so can curl up in small places like the console.

Now she has settled into the new home.

Here is the last picture of the fox for 2012. He was there on Tuesday morning, the day before I left. He looks sad here. I hope he makes it through the winter.






Also, saying goodbye to the fish: