Enter Turk, Exit Turk

Turk arrived. But she didn't stay long.

We picked her up at our son's house this morning, coaxing her out of the woods with a shake of her food bowl. We loaded her into the Pet Taxi, and she only meowed once the whole way across the valley. Life ain't easy for a girl named Turk, but this cat is no complainer.

Our grandson, 10, helped us load her into the Subaru.

"Back end in first," he said, exhibiting the skills of a natural leader.

Our granddaughter, almost 7, watched.

"Don't pet her  on the back or she'll bite you," she said.

We understand why, when told Turk would be leaving to spend some time with us, she responded with a fist pump.

So they waved goodbye, Turk gave her one aloof meow, and off we went. Ten minutes later we introduced the cat to her new home -- lovely straw quarters high up in the stable.

Her movements were fluid and quick.

We haven't seen her since.

We think she's nearby, however, lying low, assessing. She'll come around. How could she not with such lovely companions?

We'll keep you posted.

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