Yes I did.
I brought my pet with me from Maui – an 11-year-old, one-eyed cat named Scrappers.
I looked for a good home for Scrappers but no one was interested in my half-blind buddy. I tried, maybe not as hard as I could have. I loved the little guy and I really didn’t want to say goodbye to him.
I found Scrappers in the road on a full moon night,
while driving through my neighborhood to pick up some dinner. A baseball-size blob in the middle of the street, I would have paid no attention to it, until it moved. As I drove closer, I noticed a furry blob with little paws, a newborn kitten with its eyes not yet opened.
It must have crawled out of the bushes, or it was pulled out. I didn’t know what to do. Was the mama in the bush, should I put him back? As I tried to think this through, the oncoming car was heading straight towards the kitten. I jumped out of my car and swooped him up. While I drove to the restaurant, he wiggled around the passenger seat and into my heart.
He’s been with me ever since.
Sure he adds a couple responsibilities to our agenda that’s, well, basically void of them. But it’s comforting knowing he’ll be a constant factor in our unscripted journey.
I anticipate the funny looks we’ll get from the semi-truckers and fellow travelers when they see our Hawaii license plates and a cat lounged out on our front dash.
So this will be quite an adventure for a cat, who’s lived a roaming life in a tropical landscape, to living on the road in a truck camper. Just like us, except we won’t wear a leash.
The three of us hit the road,
and a cat.