Today I received a distress call from my mom:
"Your crazy cat, we are in San Jose....he's here with us somehow, I don't know how he got in the van! Can you believe it?!? That crazy cat. What should I do with him?!?"
She sounded really upset and flattered at the same time. Honestly, Briar Kitty is good company in the car on long trips. He sits right next to you and just enjoys being next to you. He makes me a much better driver. He doesn't have a seatbelt so I have to take my turns a little slower, my lane changes less abrupt, and use more caution when slowing to my stops. I can't have my sweet Briar flying around the inside of the car.
"He's ok, just leave him in the car and crack the window, he'll be fine." I reassure her. "I leave him in the car all the time when I do my errands."
My mom had a couple of errands to run in San Jose. I went for a morning surf and my brothers were off to work. Briar never likes to be left home alone. He gets bored...or maybe feels neglected. Whatever it is... he doesn't like to hang out when no one is around.
Around 6:00PM, Briar arrives home, but my mom is still in San Jose. Apparently, she met up with some of her friends up there and had them courier him back to the house. When my mom came home, she said before she left that morning, she had to put him in back in the house because he snuck in the van. Little did she know about the second (successful) attempt.
When I arrived home around 6:30PM, he came running to greet me with his tail up.
Sometimes I wonder (if he could talk) if he wants to tell me about all of his adventures... like... "OMG, you'll never guess where I went today!?! I got to go to San Jose with your mom, listen to Korean pop music the whole way up on the stereo... AND I got to ride back with these strangers who thought I might poop in their car, who dropped me off at home an hour later! It was awsome!".