Chloe was adaptable. When I moved back with her to California after several months in the Northwest in 1994, I rented a room at an inn in Carmel Valley that accepted pets. I arrived at night, and supervised her for the first couple of times she wanted to go outside. By midnight, I just left the door open, and hoped she'd know where home was.  Happily, she woke me up at dawn as she always did*.

I moved to a room with a kitchenette the next day, and removed a window louver so she could come and go as I came and went.  It was as if she had always lived there. What a traveler!

She was just as at home at Casa Juanita, the apartment I soon rented in town. Here she is enjoying an afternoon sunbath in front of the open balcony door.

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