Life
My Cat Went on Vacation with Me, But She Wasn’t Invited
The cat’s out of the bag. Literally
You’re going to think this is fiction, but it’s not.
Last weekend we took my son and a friend on a weekend trip for his birthday. We go on a mini vacation each time one of the kids turns 13. It’s a little bit of one-on-one time for the child, and they’ve all been great successes. This was our final 13th birthday trip, and it was wild.
We loaded up and drove 3 hours and 18 minutes to our destination, St. Louis, Missouri.
Upon arrival at our hotel, we plopped everything down and decided to go check out the scenery.
My husband suddenly called out:
Hold on! Let’s hang up some of our clothes so they won’t be wrinkly!
This one little decision would end up being a huge part of the story.
I wasn’t paying attention as he unzipped the bag until I heard:
OHMYYYYYYYGOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!
I looked up quickly to see a tiny midnight black head and two shiny green eyes staring at me. Our cat, Kiwi, was lounging in the suitcase!
