I had no choice but to put this big, fat cat in a car and drive him across the country.

My mom and I had to sneak Fred into the hotels. We'd be driving all day, it would get to 8 o'clock, and Mom and I are smuggling in this large cat carrier and a stack of these disposable litter boxes.

We really didn't hear too much from him. At first, that worried me. I thought he might have died. Every once in a while, we'd hear kind of a cry. Like a pitiful cry.

I packed my Honda. It was stuffed. Freddy was in the back.

Take away her being black and her being female, she's still a great choice.

We're going to be zigzagging across the country like crazy doing improv.