A cat, and bulldogs

Once again our road trip requires me to be on constant high alert.  Everyone keeps talking about bulldogs.  

Evidentially we’re going see a bunch of them tomorrow at the Fullers near Greensboro Ga. where Mom used to live. Meanwhile, we’ve been staying  a couple of nights near where they say the bulldogs are. Nerve wracking. Also, there’s a cat here. Her name is Miya and she doesn’t like me.