What was I thinking... We were rolling down 43 about ten miles from the house when Piper climbed into my lap to look out the window. How sweet I thought, want's to hang with daddy, then she let out a guttural meow and proceeded to pee all over my lap, big time.

I pulled in to a closed gas station for a little light, stripped my soaking wet sweatpants off and wiped myself down. It's a good thing I live in the quiet south because walking around to the back of my truck for dry pants, without any pants on, wasn't even noticed at 0230 in the morning.

Ok, onward I mumbled, accidents happen, poor baby. She climbed into my passenger seat and a little further down the road she let out another meow so I pulled over and put her in the cool little litter box I had set up in the back. Too late, she had already shit all over the seat. And my phone.

My poor truck reeked of cat piss and shit as I pressed the Go Home button on my GPS. Shortly I was being guided through every little backroad I never knew existed as she brought me back, with the window down, on a dark chilly Tennessee morning, home.

I don't know what my next move is yet. Let the sun come up and clean my truck at least...