Christmas is almost here, which has led to a mini freak-out on my part. I’m behind schedule with my gift-making and unsure how I’m going to squeeze everything into my suitcase. There is one absolute rule I follow when traveling: thou shall not check luggage unless the airline decrees your feline to be carry on luggage. Unlike Emeril, Max does not travel home with me. Max does not do well in his carrier for extended periods, and he would also, well, destroy my family home. Within minutes, he’d take down the tree and morph into Maxzilla and terrorize my Mom’s porcelain Christmas village. We’d get banished to the barn, toot suite.