Drama, High and Low

After the rain.

Day Three dawned in drizzle, which was disappointing, but that was only the beginning. As I was loading the car, an activity which involves a few back and forth trips, Clyde disappeared.

I knew he was hiding somewhere in our room because Clyde had “disappeared” the previous day as well, only to magically reappear as if nothing had happened after I returned from searching the corridor and speaking with the front desk people who informed me, “Sometimes cats will hide behind the air conditioning units, or get up inside the bathroom vanity.”

Good to know.

Clyde plotting his escape on the morning of Day Three.

Anyway, after loading every bag and even Timi into the car, I figured Clyde would show himself. But no.

“Clyde! Clyde!” I called.

Silence.

So I started checking all the places. He wasn’t behind the desk or the platform bed. He wasn’t under the ottoman or the chair. On my hands and knees, I looked behind the air conditioning unit, but he wasn’t there either. Ditto for the bathroom vanity, which I duly examined from underneath, courageously poking my hand into all the nooks.

Where could he be?

When I checked the head of one of the two matching Queen beds again, I figured it out. The platform it rested on had only three sides. It was open at the top! Clyde had squeezed in between the wall and the head of one of the beds, and was hiding underneath. I could not see him, of course, but I knew he was there.

Boy was I mad! It’s raining, we’re already 20 minutes behind schedule due to these feline shenanigans, and I can’t move such heavy beds. Arghhhh! Back to the front desk I go.

Two strong young men were called into service. They tipped one bed on its side, and there was Clyde! But he ran out and dashed under the other bed before I could catch him. The guys tipped the other bed on its side. Clyde leapt out, realized neither bed was an option, and dashed towards the bathroom, presumably to get up inside the vanity.

But the bathroom door was closed. I had him trapped in a corner. “Curses, foiled again!” he exclaimed telepathically. Back to the clinker for the furry little fellow in the tux.

The Great Clydini

After all that excitement, a little rain was nothing.

Leaving the Great American City of Richmond, IN
…and a new MPG record: 36.3 😲
I was hoping for a rainbow!

It only rained for an hour and a half, or so, with good visibility the whole time. Forecast looks good from here on out. Anticipating clear skies for the rest of the trip, and counting my blessings.

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Day Three: Indiana to Illinois to Missouri
and blue sky all the way, after the rain.
Waxing moon over Blue Lake, Rolla MO
Peaceful Sunset at Blue Lake with Timi Hendrix
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2 thoughts on “Drama, High and Low”

  1. β€œfurry little fellow in the tux” πŸ˜€ Love you Clyde (and Timi too!) .. only 3 more sleep’s on the road. β™₯️ πŸˆβ€β¬› πŸ• πŸ‘©πŸ» β™₯️

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