Unintended Uber

I was driving down Main Street in the direction of my next Egg McMuffin. I had exited my driveway about ten minutes earlier and was approaching a traffic light when I heard, “Meow.”

I nearly drove off the road.

After regaining control of my vehicle, I turned. Sitting in Charlie’s booster seat, staring at me, was a black cat.

The neighbor’s cat.

One of my kids had left my rear window open overnight, and apparently the cat had decided to take up temporary residence in my car.

“Meow,” it repeated.

I turned around at the next intersection and headed home. As perfectly content as this cat appeared to be, I wasn’t taking it to McDonald’s.