He was soaked, shivering, and meowing frantically, as if pleading for help. Not wanting to scare him, I parked my truck and approached him slowly. He didn’t run away when he saw me. Instead, he looked up at me with eyes full of distress and hope. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t leave him there.
I wrapped him in a blanket I kept in the truck, picked him up, and placed him on the passenger seat. During the drive, he stopped meowing and started to doze off, as if he knew he was finally safe. He seemed ready to lead every new adventure, so I decided to name him “Captain.”
Since that day, Captain has been my faithful travel companion. Every morning, he climbs up to his favorite spot on the dashboard to watch the world go by. Sometimes he pretends to drive, gripping the steering wheel with his tiny paws. It never fails to make me laugh, and those who pass us by can’t help but smile or snap pictures.