Christmas Sweetheart Memories
I call my cat my sweetheart. He traveled with me from Cincinnati to Amory on our first Christmas together. He was still adjusting to traveling at the time and probably cried for about the first three hours or so. He didn't know my parents or their house, and it took him awhile to get used to them. He hid under the couch and under my parents' bed when my brothers and their families visited. I had him a little stocking (hung on the mantel) that was filled with catnip and some toys. It was fun to watch him stretch up to get to the stocking.