Our daring little kitty

A few saturdays ago, my friends Katy and Kristin borrowed our truck to move from their house in Orem to Pleasant Grove. They came and grabbed my truck while I was in Provo getting my hair cut. They called me when they got it, and about an hour and a half later, they called me again. Katy said "Jackie, please don't kill me." My initial reaction was - oh, she crashed the truck, but it's okay - we have insurance, make sure she's okay. So I said, "what's up? you okay?"

Her next response...

"I have your cat."

WHAT? I was NOT expecting that. So after talking further, I start thinking that Chantelle rode to Orem in the bed of the truck, or inside the truck.... but no... she rode to Orem on the spare tire.

Our spare tire is connected to the bottom of the truck by this thingamabobber.

The top of this thingamabobber looks like this, and she curled herself in it and drove the whole way to Orem, from Lehi, here.

After my appointment was over, I went to Katy/Kristin's old place to go and get her. She had no idea what was going on, but when she saw me was like, oh, guess I am in the right place, and was fine. But then, I shoved her in a box. She drove from Orem, back to Lehi, here... I've tried explaining that it is MUCH better to ride IN the car. :)

Thank heavens that she didn't ever jump off the car at a stoplight, or some other break in the drive. And good for you Chantelle for holding on! We love you! Thanks for coming back safely.