And no Willys either, in beautiful (ahem) downtown Mountain Home, Idaho. Nope, it’s just me and Jeepers tonight.
Jeepers at the motel
That’s because Willys is now a (happy) new resident of the small little backwater community of LaGrande, Oregon. And I will personally guarantee that he’s absolutely thrilled to be there and not here with me and Jeepers, not in a cat carrier, not in the truck, not on the road. No, all that, I believe, was killing him.
After I was forced to place Willys back in the truck last night in a last-ditch attempt to get a little long-overdue rest for the drive ahead, I found him this morning in much the same state as I left him last night. Distraught. Ill-tempered. With patches of hair rubbed off from twisting and turning in fits inside the cat carrier. Now Willys was beginning to look, and smell, like he was stepping onto the path of a downward spiral.
So this morning I spent some extra time with Willys. I took him out of the cat carrier, brought him fresh food that he would not eat and fresh water that he would not drink. I slipped a collar and leash on him and took him out into the morning air, on a soft green lawn. But no matter what I tried, Willys would not be consoled, would not be comforted, would not relax. His constant loud wails and melancholy moans of the day before continued like clockwork, on the second, every second. Read the rest of this entry »
