I was sleeping soundly on the top of the huge blue car. It was comfortable and warm, and I admit that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings like I should have been. Suddenly, I realized that wind was blowing my ears back, and looking around, I was struck with the idea that the car was moving!
Down the street it was going. I stood up and stumbled around, trying to decide what to do next. I wanted to jump off, but the ground looks farther away when it is moving quickly. We turned and started going down the hill, which is when I really lost my balance. I was trying to find anything to hold onto (kind of hard with no thumbs...). Then, I decided that I should try to get down the front and then jump off because it would be easier. So, I slid down the glass window on the front.
The car came to a quick stop on the side of the road, and I jumped off, running in the direction of home. I heard a voice call my name, and turned around to see the big man. He looked perplexed at what I had been doing. I gave him a quick meow to say I was fine, just going home, and he seemed to accept that.
So I ran home.
I may never live it down.
