August 23rd 2018 - Somewere USA
I'd had enough cat nip to supply the Nigerian army if they had an army of cats.
And the day wasn't even half over.
My human, a lazy cat snuggler from the early days of cat snuggling, had bought enough alcohol to kill two mooses if mooses drank alcohol, which they did.
"Kitty wanna go on a road trip!" he smiled.
I didn't like the smile and this usually meant a trip to the vet but I was already tripping on the good stuff from PetSmart so I nodded which was the Internation sign as for me to say, "Lets do this shit mister!"
So there we were, I, your friendly blogging cat, high on catnip from Peru and my human, who we will from this day forward call Maxx, drunk on wine from Paris (Texas to be exact!), just driving down the highway and the exact speed of 55 miles per hour, all the while the dog was back home taking a bath in his own drool!
The road sign read "Pass on the left" as we continued down the road, mile marker clicking by as we had no destination in mind, the radio playing nothing but dead air.
This was the life, the free life, and there on the right was the place we needed.
"Restrooms available"
After a few jiggles and squats and burials, we were back on the road, high life and fancy free, it was about this time that I took another hit of catnip, the bright lights and love came flowing back and I purred for what seemed like forever.
It was a good day to be a cat.
Or a human as he was feeling no pain as well.
1994 turned into 2018 then quicky into 3049 as we continued to drive till the gas ran out and we both passed out on the side of the road to be awoken at 3:45 in the morning by a passing high way patrol officer who said his name was Steve.
We were told there was a gas station about a half mile that way and to be careful next time.
We agreed and after a nice little walk, we had enough gas to get ourselves back home and into our nice warm beds.
The END!!!
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