Cats!

Nearly everyone we have ever stayed with on the road has cats. I don't know what the connection is between being a cat person and being the sort of person to gladly invite four poor smelly rockers into their home, but it's a pretty reliable rule of thumb. Jocelyn and Dave in Boston have a cat who crawls into plastic bags so that she can be swung around the room. Victor in Montreal has a cat, Pooka, that is as fat and hairy as a bear cub, which seems to serve him well for the Canadian winter. Now we're hanging out at Marty and Susan's place in Buffalo, where they have two hunter cats patrolling their huge yard.