I had a meltdown when my cat Phoenix O’Riley was returned
back to me a couple of weeks before my move. I had gotten the lease on the
apartment in Silver City with the agreement that I would just have a dog with me.
I didn’t know if they allowed cats. I knew how much Phoenix hated being in the
car. I had carefully planned just how much to take in the car, and it didn’t
include a crate, litter box and cat food. Thank goodness for two of my soul
sisters, Melanie and Carmon. They talked me off the ledge. I don’t know why
this change in my plans flipped so many switches for me. But it did. Phoenix
(or Pheenie, as I usually call her) is a great cat. She’s nine. She’s an
affectionate stone cold killer of rodents, lizards and occasional birds. She
survived on her own in Eugene, Oregon for nearly 3 months, running away from her
new home after the first disastrous attempt to adopt her out.
Of course, my new landlords said it would be fine to bring
her along. And everything fit in the car. She even stopped meowing
incessantly during the drive. As I mentioned in an earlier post, during my 3 ½
day drive to Silver City, I was reading Jill Kelly’s wonderful novel, The
Color of Longing, and one of her characters, Jake, was on a long road trip
with his cat. It made me smile. It made me feel that my trip with Pheenie would
work out just fine. Like Indy, she too is along for the ride, and where ever it
takes us.
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