Yesterday I closed the door on my apartment in Mill Creek, WA and started the long drive South back to Los Angeles to stay with a friend whilst I recover from the roller-coaster of insanity in the past six months.
Hours before I am leaving, a little tortoiseshell kitten showed up on my front porch.
She cannot be older than 8 or 10 weeks.
I looked all around the apartment complex to see if anybody was missing a cat, but couldn’t find anyone. It was the middle of a work day.
I had resolved to take her to the shelter, but then thought better of it.
The hour had gotten late, I had just exhausted myself putting almost all of my belongings in to a storage locker, and I still had a long drive South to Los Angeles ahead of me.
Me, Cat, and my new kitten named Cath, are in the Land Rover, along with essential possessions such as clothes and computers, and are on the long road down through Washington, Oregon and California.