Poor Patches

Last minute problem. My mom, who was going to be looking after the old man, is stuck in NYC until next Tuesday. We fly this Friday. We need to find Patches a place for the weekend. I think my brother Tim will take him, but I feel bad because he is already pretty busy. We don’t have much choice though. It is too late to put him in kennel. Also, he is so old that it might be really bad for him.

Patches is the one stylin’ the fisherman sweater.