I have to have my truck towed to an auto repair shop in the morning. My policy limits my tows to one a day. A fact I am unfortunately well aware of. This truck has broken down so many times on me recently. So the plan is to have it towed, there it will be diagnosed, and an estimate will be given. Then if I get an all clear that it is still drivable. I will drive it back home and park in my driveway until I can afford to get it fixed. If I can’t drive at home and I have to have it towed, my insurance company will not do that until tomorrow. So then I’m faced with how to get home. I have three back up plans for that just in case the first one fails so hopefully the mechanic will tell me some good news at least maybe my truck will make it back home. Otherwise, I have to figure out how to guide three people who have never helped me in this capacity before, how to care for the cats in my absence and how to take care of Kota in my absence, who I will be leaving at home. I also know based on last years experience with my truck that the only dogs allowed in tow trucks are lap dogs. Kota does not apply.

I’m really hoping for the best case scenario here. That after the diagnostic is done, Colt will tell me  my truck will limp home, but will make it. If I promise to park it permanently until I can get it fixed.Cross your fingers for us.

Another concern for tomorrow, because it’s supposed to be another hot day. I have to find out today if I’ve figured out the airflow in the room to get it cool in there. But they’ll have to be checked on and if it’s too hot in the room they’re going to have to be moved so like I said, tomorrow’s going to be a juggling act. Hopefully not, but around here you never know what’s going to happen next.

Here is a photo of Laurel, enjoying her new room. I will say that ever since putting these two inside my mudroom, now converted cat room, Aspen has come out of her shell. She was very aloof and standoffish when she first got here. She hated to be picked up, she would squirm, she would fight she would bite. Any transportation that I did with her was only inside a carrier. That has stopped, now she is climbing all over me. When I sit down on the couch, she will come up to me,  headbutt me everywhere she possibly can. Last night she climbed on my shoulder when I was feeding. Right there tells me that I’ve done the right thing in trying to break into her trust barrier. I didn’t rush her,  I respected what she was telling me. So I was hand’s  off until she told me otherwise.