Fears Come To Life

If you've known me or been reading my blog long enough, you know that I'm a worrier. And not just a worrier but a paniker as well.
Veterinary medicine was probably a bad choice for me.
When it comes to my vet truck there are many fears and worries. What if I get stuck in 18" of snow and have to be pushed out by two Amish women? What if I break down? What if someone pulls into me when I'm going into a parking lot? What if I lock my keys in the truck? What if? What if? What if?
Well, those are all just really minor worries. My top three worries are:
What if I hit someone's pet while driving the vet truck?
What if I start the truck and there is a cat in the engine?
What if I leave a farm with a cat in the back of my vet box?
Well, let's just say I know what happens with the last one.
So funny story, today I went to the hospital after lunch to get some blood pulled. When I parked my truck, I thought I heard meowing. Actually, I thought it sounded like Frankie. Then remembered I hadn't had my truck home this weekend so how could it be Frankie? Then I thought there must be a stray cat around and decided to look for it because I'm crazy. Then for some reason, I decided to open my vet box and look inside. Yep, there was a cat in there all right. I'm sure if you were a fly on the way upon my discovery of the cat you would be laughing pretty hard. I was. So I scooped up the cat (a black tailless male) and put him in the cab and we went back to the office. He didn't seem any worse for wear (luckily it had been fairly cool this weekend) other than being somewhat dehydrated and very lonely.
On my way to the office, I called and had the receptionist call my farm call on Friday to see if they were missing their cat. No word from them yet. This cat seemed to be rather happy in the truck; he purred and sat on my lap or the console. He did get on the dashboard once but retreated quickly from that spot. (Thankfully!)
Once back in the office, I fed the cat and had the techs give him some fluids. He seems okay. He's BAR and eating. So now I just wait for the owners to call me. I can't think of anywhere else I went on Friday where I could have acquired a cat.
If all else fails, I'm going to name him Margie (after my truck) or Homer and he can live in our garage.