My car had broken down and I didn't want to wait to repair it. My friend J came along in an old volvo and picked up my boy cat and me. I
convinced J to drive a shortcut back to the island I was trying to get
back to via a tiny, makeshift bridge-road, rather than the big bridge
that would go far out of the way and add an hour to the drive. And so she drove down the tiny bridge and almost drove off of it, but stopped in time to catch
the car, backed up, and then drove a bit farther and did drive off of it. The car disappeared as it fell and the three of us plunged into the water, feet
first, straight down, about 12 feet to near the bottom.
Boy-cat was near my head, floating down with me, looking annoyed at the situation. So as soon as I had less downward momentum, I pushed
him upwards towards the surface, and then we all swam up, and I put him on my
shoulders and we started swimming across the water, towards the far off
island still. (Boy-cat appreciated the push and being on my
shoulders. The water was a comfortable temperature, cats just don't like swimming...)
The drop through the water looked sort of like this... but underwater...
1 comment:
What a beautiful cat!
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