Having mastered all the DIY pet-friendly travel methodologies pertinent to the Chinatown Express, United Airlines and the New York Subway system, my orange, tiger-striped tabby cat, Kee-hap and I are now Cali bound.

We are now driving those crazy-ass canyon zig-zag roads that wind through the rockies.  Occasionally I pull over to give Kee-hap some stretch time out of her carrying case (assuming Kee-hap Houdini hasn’t already taken the initiative on that one, herself) and water to drink (which she never does) and kitty treats (which she sometimes takes) before stepping out of the car myself, taking in the inky skies, dark enough to reveal galaxy clusters.

Listening to The Teaching Company’s Black Holes and Fall of the Roman Empire lectures on CD as I drive.  Had forgotten how much I love gunning the limits of time and space via the interstate.