If you follow me on Twitter or we're friends on Facebook, you've seen how upset I've been that I had to leave my beloved PB Kitty in Indianapolis when we moved to DC. Originally she was staying in our house with a friend who was going to rent it from us, but the friend decided to bail on us and the cat. Contributor Betty Salwak stepped into the breach and took over Peeb's care - driving at least an hour every day to feed PB, sit with her and give her love - and eventually a nice woman found through Facebook agreed to foster her.
Last weekend I was able to pick up my Pretty Baby and all is right in the Bilerico universe now. Peebs was always my blog assistant; she sat on my lap or on the back of my chair through most of the work day. She has returned back to work with quite a bit of enthusiasm and good cheer.
She does, however, keep giving me a baleful stare that seems to say, "We're set this time, right? You're not going anywhere soon?" I'm not, Peebs. I'm not.