If, for some really sad reason, you check this blog desperately every Monday evening waiting to see who we’re going to have coffee with, you didn’t see it this Monday. That’s because I posted on Tuesday and changed the dates. Why? Because Monday I was too exhausted from driving 11.5 hours with Wash. Yes, I drove cross country with a cat who is barely a year old. Why? Well clearly I’m insane.
Traveling with a cat is an adventure. To be fair, I think Wash is fairly well behaved compared to other cats I’ve heard about. I give him some homeopathic stuff to keep him calm and generally after I let him out of his carrier he makes one round of the car and curls up somewhere. On our first trip together he settled in my lap which meant that I was stiff and sore by the end, but worked well over all. This time he was a lot less cooperative.
This time he insisted on sitting on the floor at my feet. You know, in that area where the pedals are? Yeah… not so good. On the first leg of the trip he kept wanting to put his head under the brake pedal. Which meant I had to nudge him with my foot while continuing to drive the car. Clearly that wasn’t going to work. So on the next leg I created a barricade with my purse which meant I had to drive with my right ankle resting on my purse. My left foot I kept under the brake to keep anyone else from going under it. Yeah… not sure that was completely safe. And it definitely wasn’t comfortable.
The other thing about driving with a cat, especially when it’s super hot, is that it changes your views on breaks. Because, of course, they aren’t chances to stretch my legs and rest from the road. They times when I have to run in and pee as quick as possible because I’m worried about my baby in the hot car. And eating is a big problem since Wash wanted to share everything. The upside is that I made it the whole way without purchasing any food and the only beverage I bought was a cup of coffee.
I decided at some point earlier this year that musicals make the best road trip music. I’m not sure Wash liked my rendition of Ragtime based on his response, but he seemed less displeased with my Evita. By the time I got to Miss Saigon he was too tired to react and I think he just completely slept through Chess. Such a critic.