D1 took Fairfax on vacation with her to see his original family in Virginia.  He reunited with D1's good friend who is now getting married; D1 and Fairfax are co-wedding planners.  Amazingly (thank you, Lisa, trainer extraordinaire), D1  has taught Fairfax to sleep in the passenger's seat of the car.  He doesn't crawl under her feet or sit in her lap or jump into the back.  When I was kid, there was often at least one pet on top of the driver's head, claws firmly planted.

I missed Fairfax terribly.  Missed D1, too.  They arrived home last night and Fairfax didn't know who to lick first - me, my husband or the Aussies.  The cats hung out on the stairs looking dejected; they thought he was gone for good.

At the moment, he is snoring. 

I sure wish there were an actual ice cream in this wrapper.



Chewing on a towel; I'm not tired, honest.