The California Lunch Room has been closed for years, but I learned when I was younger how to shimmy my way through a side door. This magical abandoned diner was my secret hideaway, my hideout, my “den of imagination and adventure”, up until the day my human family left without me. Now it is my home. We lived next door in a green painted house with two bedrooms, one bath, a kitchen, and an amazing front porch. I spent most of my days exploring the mysteries that lay under that porch, and my...