We spent today getting Fish ready for his trip to the vet in Louisiana.

We tried to pretend that he's going to "cat camp" but he isn't.

Mom takes him to meet Dr. D., our vet, early tomorrow morning at the Veterinary. Dr. D. drives Fish to see the orthopaw consultant.

We don't know if Fish will spend one night or two in Louisiana so Mom is sewing his name labels into his cat pajamas and making sure he has clean clothes.

Fish wants to take his turtle quilt but he isn't allowed to bring his own bedding unless it's a thin flannel type blanket.

He's packed his flashlight, his Gamecat and his iPod. Mom put his name on everything, then made a list of what she packed for his suitcase.

We can't eat anything after midnight tonight because Fish has to fast.

I don't quite get that because when I'm hungry I feel slow. Andy, Sister and I are holding off on eating anything after midnight (until Fish and Mom leave tomorrow morning) to show our support.

I made Fish a card about how he's the best brother in the whole world.

Andy chuffed him on the shoulder and said, "Be good, Kid!" and Sister is all over Fish licking and sniffing him.

Mom had to tell Sister to leave Fish alone because Fish was getting slobbery.

I know Fish is in God's hand but I feel sad because he's never been so far from home. Not since we came to live with Sister the Dog. And, when we traveled to come here, we were together.

Whistle, not quite myself tonight