This was one of those weeks our cat Mojave hates – seeing luggage (the “L” word) in the living room. Luggage means I won’t be home and the cat has taken to parking himself in my suitcase and tote – a new ploy: “See! I fit. Take me with you!” Mojave and I have a thang going on – just ask my wife. Wherever I go in the house or in the yard, the kitty cat goes – just like a loyal dog. I have about a dozen Mojave songs. My current favorite composition is “If Loving the Kitty Cat is Wrong I don’t Want to Be Right.” This week will be a tough one for Mojave – as I’ll be gone on three trips and home for a total of 16 hours. I’ll have three road trips in the course of six days starting with a flight to Greensboro, NC, then home for 12 hours before flying out to Chicago to speak  at Runner’s High and Dry in nearby Arlington Heights  - and home for three hours before heading out again, this time to the Pittsburgh for their marathon kick-off – a way to get the local excited about the return marathon and half – last time a marathon was run  there was ‘93. I return home early Saturday – just in time to do some yard work and most importantly, play with the cat.