My dilemma with my cat has caused great sorrow. I received the following text “what’s up with the cat?” I replied I’ll go there today. Meaning my mom’s pad “Do you want me to take the cat?” My friend said. This I where I got myself in big bad spot as I assumed she meant she going to take my cat. And she is but to a vet. And maybe this vet will keep her for a while and maybe he won’t. The driver said a cat will not do well in a truck given she is older and ” when we are not in the cab for several days she can’t just live there. She, said cat, has a cattitude. I got her when my ex husband brought her home one day and because she was from a feral set and ugly no one wanted her but us. 17 years later she essentially just eats and lays around. I called about 12 cat related offers of help. No one wants an old cat. A humane shelter that is “no kill” will in fact do that. The gal over the phone in a calloused response “ya we will put her to sleep in a week”. For 5 thousand dollars I can take a 3 hour drive and she can live out the rest of her 9 lives. Here’s lies the rub she is not your average cat she had the cord wrapped around her twice when she was born she a little off. I don’t like her but I love her.
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I remember a trivia question from long ago, “Which state has the most Tornadoes?” . Most said Kansas some said Oklahoma. Texas is the state for having the greatest number of Tornadoes. Passing thru Texas just outside of Fort Worth the rain and wind reminded me of that fact. I was scared while the winds caused the truck to rock back and forth and when I looked out the window I saw the American flag just stopped high up on a pole and this ominous sign was a clear signal. We pulled over I saw plenty of debri blowing all around. The lighting did nothing to squelch my fears, and I was ready for something that never came. Later and further down the road I shared with driver that my thoughts have been like the weather and I was not looking forward to facing my cat dilemma and the anger I’ve been holding on to. The driver tells me “You gotta let that shit go” headed west I gonna keep singing that Frozen song. 
I asked the shipper “May I take pictures of your backyard.” This part of the country is growing on me. In the best way you are forced to recognize Mother Earth and all her glory. The gal whom we met today shared about the does and fawns that pepper her backyard, very early in the am, to dine on the grass and the bucks who are solitary creatures that do not accompany the deer. Then you have hop back in the truck and the repose I feel can not be replicated with a beer or winning a big hand at Poker. It’s simply confirms that I am visitor and this world is not mine but mine to enjoy if I choose. And I feel lucky and blessed. 
Girl about the country 