My mom used the trip to Dallas and back to swipe my brother’s cat, Tishka. Eugene had been willing — dare I say eager? — for her to adopt the cat for some time. Tishka is a Russian name; I believe it translates to “cat.”
Tishka did not much care for his pet carrier. But he arrived at my place safe and sound. My mom and Tishka spent one night here, before continuing on to my mom’s place in TN. In the second leg of the journey, Tishka played Houdini and learned how to open the double latches of the pet carrier. But he didn’t give my mom any trouble while she drove, so she let him stay out.
Tishka seems to be a pretty smart kitty. He had never been potty trained as far as we know, but he figured out the litter box on the first go. He’s also pretty athletic for a cat of his size. At my brother’s place he was known for jumping up on the porch railing in a single bound, and from there jumping up onto the roof.
Poetry in non-motion:
