I'm in Indiana.  I will miss Katie.  I'm staying with a poultry pathologist (Pat) here.  She seems cool and there's only 100 poultry vets in the country, so I'm sure I'll learn a thing or two from her.  She just survived breast cancer.  She said it could come back even as late as 20 years from now, but she's in the clear for now.  She said she loves her job so much that she kept working through chemo.  

 Upon arrival, I immediately received this furry Siamese cat (Luna) and an equally furry calico (Paisley) to keep me company during my stay--two of the many house cats here.  I was just like..alright, thanks.  I'm more of a dog person but it might be nice to have the cats considering I don't know anyone here.  

 This is Friar John.

 And my fav, King Henry VIII, a lynx pt Siamese.  They also have a Siamese named Prince Charles.  I like to sing, "We are Siamese if you please" to them when no one is around.  

To top off the cat experience, there are plenty of Siamese cat statues and this tiger stuffed animal on the beautiful red daybed in my room.  Pat's husband Mark is a lot quieter than Pat, very tidy, and only likes one of the cats.  Opposites attract, although I'm sure that they have some commonalities that I'm not seeing.