Once again she has left me for Hawaii. So you know what that means? Road trip for the cat! If you have been a follower of mine on Twitter for the past few years you know I can’t stand to be left looking out the window for the next six months. Talk about cabin fever! In the past, I have chased after her and made my way to Hawaii after I visited numerous Twitter friends across the US. The final leg of the trip, across the Pacific Ocean, was achieved when I stowed away on a cargo shipped manned by crazy Croatians. The next year, with an official invitation in my little paws I went to the Royal Wedding and later cruised back to New York on the Queen Mary II. And last year I blundered around the Mexican jungles looking for the answer to the mysteries of Mayan calendar. What a world-ending debacle that turned out to be. For 2014 I have in mind to go to Russia for the Winter Olympics. In the meantime, however…
It’s North to the Future. Alaska. Land of the Midnight Sun, except in January. Or February. Or even March. I know this seems crazy. But let’s put credit where credit is due. It was the dog from Canada. Yeah LuckyDog put this idea in my biscuit-size head. Blame the dog is my motto. LuckyDog lives in the great north and is learning to be a dog once again. Lucky Dog is a rescue and resides with ten other dogs. I shudder to think of the chaos. You can follow the luckiest dog in the world at @LuckyDog on Twitter.
Alaska is a beautiful state. Goddess once lived there. She was in the Army way back when dinosaurs ruled the earth and dirt was cheap. She still has a good old Army buddy living in Eagle River, just outside of Anchorage. He’s a pilot. So I might stop in for I can smell the salmon.
It will be February when we arrive. All Alaskan will be in the deep grip of the dead of winter when days can’t get longer or warmer fast enough. But nothing gets the free thriving self-sustaining spirit of Alaskans down. They throw parties like Fur Rondy. That’s the crazy festival they have in Anchorage called Fur Rendezvous. Yup, we will be in the thick of it.
Oh, did I say we in that last paragraph? Yes, for the first time I will not be traveling alone. It’s not my homie Phoenix. She’s called my homie for a reason.
I need appropriate transportation on this journey and what better mode than a sled pulled by a canine? Where do I get a willing huskie to drag me and my kittehn backpack to the 49th state? Chicago of course. After a consultation with my friend Cheeto (of @rosieandcheeto fame) he convinced and enlisted the woofie monster to join me. His name is Rockford, but he’s never called that. The goofie lug not only volunteered to accompany me but wants to participate in the Last Great Race in the World. No, not the Amazing Race. The Last Great Race. The Iditarod or as Cheeto refers to it the Idiot-rod.
I got to bust out of NY and head to Chicago next week. I’m picking up a dog. Hope he can jump trains with the Yard Cats.
First leg: Seattle.
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