linus commutes
linus has become very skilled at sensing exactly when you are intending to oppress him with your boney human arms, in order to convey him outside of his familiars and into some sadistic vehicle.
you have made no obvious signs about the desire to gather pets, but somehow linus knows, and he begins scouting for hiding places.
and so when you are finally leaving your place with a cat in your arms, everything is in disarray, with furniture pulled from the walls, doors closed, mattresses overturned, etcetera.
linus is scared and yowling through the hallways and elevators, and then you put him on the floor of the passenger's side and you can see his expression and yowlings turn more into 'very pissed off'.
linus is not fond of moving any of himself while in cars, since he is more convinced of his continued survival if he remains a motionless mass of mysterious cat, lurking in the car's shadows. but this time i pulled him up onto the passenger's seat, a la respected co-pilot.
he still had the very pissed-off expression, but you could tell that he totally digs cruising, listening to the rocknroll, letting the air conditioning blow on his face, watching the massive eighteen wheelers as they are left in the dustiness of my velocity. he yowled no more, and his eyes betrayed a hint of excitement.
but he is still eleven years away from a learner's permit, so highway travelers needn't fret yet.
