I was sitting on my porch when I saw a cat coming down the street. He was obviously lost. I whistled him over and as I scratched his head, I checked his collar. He was from Hawaii.
I went inside and found some chocolate-covered macadamia nuts and a little leftover poi and brought it out to him. He wolfed it all down. I could tell he was hungry.
I called my sister, who lives in Wailea.
“I’ve found a lost cat,” I said. “His collar says he lives in Kihei.”
“Why, that’s right down the road,” my sister said. “Where are you?”
“Home in Ohio.”
“I’ll be darned. Well, put him on a plane to Kahului and I’ll meet him there and take him home.”
I had a carrier that I bought at Target after a lost dog showed up from Paris and caught me unprepared. I put this little guy in it (his name was Kamehameha) and took him down to our local airstrip. He had to make a connection in Columbus but after that he had a straight shot to the islands.