I Thought The Scratching Sound Behind My Truck Cab Was Just Another Piece Of Road Noise—Until I Stopped At A Rest Area And Found A Terrified Cat Clinging To The Back Of My Rig With A Tiny Note On Her Collar That Carried Someone Else’s Entire Life

“Well… where did you come from?” I whispered.

The cat didn’t run. She just stared at me with the desperate, exhausted look of an animal that had run out of places to hide.

“Easy,” I said softly, crouching down. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

It took a few minutes of gentle coaxing before she allowed me to lift her carefully out of the cramped space. She was lighter than I expected, her ribs faintly visible beneath her fur.

“Poor thing,” I murmured.