For the first time in a year, Monday came along and I was not worried about Tyson.  I always knew he was well cared for at Pasado's, more that I worried he didn't have a home to spend his nights in, a warm groggy face to take him outside in the early morning, and a lap to place his head on as the evening progressed through Wheel of Fortune and into Jay Leno.  Tyson is home now.

Tyson goes home tomorrow!