On Sunday morning after the wedding, I got another chance to visit my mother. She has just adopted a very strange cat. It's a Persian named Sno-Boo whose elderly owner was recently put into a nursing home. The cat had been left alone in a basement for several weeks when its owner was first struck with a heart attack, and its long fluffy hair became completely matted and painful to the cat. So, when my mom adopted the cat she had to get all the fur on its body completely shaved off. The effect is hysterical. The poor thing looks like a bizarre space alien. (I know, I should talk -- I'm the one with a dog who looks like a fruit bat...) On Sunday afternoon, my mom drove me back to Logan airport and I caught another plane back to San Francisco, arriving at 10pm.