Tiny Johnson here.
Could you tell it was me?
I'm having the time of my life, hanging out with Daddy in the garage--and look, he fixed up this great box just for me. It has two towels inside, for extra cosiness. And get this: he put a litter box out here, too! I've said it before and I'll say it again, Daddy Rocks.
XX TJ XX
The Mommy here: Poor TJ has had the squirts for a few days--we're keeping him sequestered to control his input and monitor the output (currently catpats). He's taking medicine and absolutely adores being an "only cat" and exploring the garage. It's heated, and Scott spends a large part of the day in there, doing Retired Guy stuff, so he has plenty of company. Johnny comes in the house every so often to see if he's missing anything--and requests to go back out. Hopefully his GI system will be back to normal in a day or two, however I thing the garage thing may be the new norm!