Yesterday we took the day off (I was limping…) and drove 17 miles to a cute little town called Grand Marais so I could buy some winter boots, and we could do a little exploring. When we got back, I went over to pet the dog that stays in the back and this cute little cat meowed and came over to say hello. Then she followed me up to the deck for a little more attention. Steve named her Pedro.
You better not bring that cat with you home!
We met Pedro’s mom this evening, turns out her name is Tiger. So no, I will not be hiding her in my luggage.