The needle was past empty. Unwashed, speeding on the New York Thru-Way, I was out of gas. In fact, the service station I had been counting on was out of gas. A road sign read No Fuel. I turned off the radio and slipped behind a tractor trailer, into the draft stream. Coasted on fumes and just made it.
I pulled into town as the sun was coming up over the lake.
So glad. How’d Rolypoly fare?
Toonces did really good. There was meowing and sneezing. And reaching through the cage with the long paw. To scratch me. I think the ordeal was good for bonding.
Glad you both made it over to the other side.
You look soooo tired!! I wish I was there to cuddle with you…