stowaway(s)

This isn't exactly siberian related, but, I think it is worth writing about.
I came to the kennel today, to earn a few extra bucks, because there are these things called bills that need to be paid.
Anyhoo, I walk out onto the front porch, and lo and behold are 2 little bitty kittens.

Before I continue with this story-a little background. About 8-10 months ago, I had taken in about 8 stray, feral cats in to the vet to get spayed/neutered. Whenever I could get one in a trap, I'd take it into the vet. Harry has a softspot for strays. But, he didn't want 100 cats to take over. You know how quickly cats can multiply. With the 8 cats, 6 were females. These cats must have spread the word that there was free food to be had here. I had seen a couple of cats, that I wasn't sure if they had been altered. I know of one big tomcat that I didn't take in, but, I had seen another tabby cat, and hoped it was a male. As it turns out, not a male.

OK, back to the original story. When I had seen the two babies, I called to Harry. Oh great! 2 more cats. Harry had an appointment to take Pikabo into Paris, TX this morning to Dr. Love. When Pikabo originally got sick about 3 months ago, his regular vet was not in, so I had taken her in to my vet (whom I absolutely adore). Anyway, it was time for a checkup.
But, before Harry could go, the 2 kittens had scrambled up into the back end of the Yukon. Oh great! He had no time to spend to try to get them out, let's hope they come out when he turns the key. Well, they didn't.
Harry had to stop in Honey Grove and get gas. Now, that's about 35 miles from Celeste. When he got out, he heard one of the kitties. Managed to get the kitty out. Took the dog out of the crate, she can ride in the back seat. Put the kitty in the crate. His name is now Axle. He takes him into Dr. Love for his first shots. Dr. Love thinks he's about 5 1/2 weeks old. But, where is the sibling?
He thought it probably fell out. He felt bad, as did I.

His Yukon is parked in the drive, and he's having work done on the house. The carpenter tells Harry, he thought he heard a kitten crying from the Yukon. So, Harry and I both go out, look under, around and listen for the cry. We don't hear anything.
Later, Harry needs to run up to the local convenience store, about 3-4 miles up the road. Gets whatever he needed, and comes back. He gets out of the Yukon, and what does he hear? The other kitten!! But, he can't get her out. She is on top of the fuel tank. So, he comes in to get me, he wants to hose her out, and needs me to try to snatch her when she comes out.
Well, it only took about 2 seconds of water coming through a hose, and that little kitty comes tearing out.
Do you ralize that kitty rode underneath the Yukon to/from Paris, a good 130 miles ROUNDTRIP. Sat there in the vet's parking lot about 45 minutes. Rode to/from the store and then decides to come out, well, forced to come out.
Meanwhile, it's like 95 degrees out today, and very humid.
Poor kitty, probably dehydrated and not knowing how the heck she got into the situation she was in.
Anyway, her name is now--Paris.

Is this just amazing, or what?