Logbook; Wasilla to Nuiqsut, entry 1: Good black cat equals no sleep

We depart Wasilla at 4:10 AM, after a night of no sleep, thanks in large part to my good black cat, Jim. I had set my alarm for 3:50 AM and got to bed just after midnight, too wired to sleep much but hoping I might be able to rest a bit. Shortly after 1:00 AM, Chicago, the calico cat, jumped up on the bed and settled down next to my head, but Jim was not there.
I got up to see if I had accidentally locked him in the office or if he was in the living room or something. He was nowhere to be found. Margie said she had found the side door to the garage open a bit earlier and had closed and locked it. It seemed that Jim must have gone through it. Despite our little forays into the yard. Jim is an indoor cat. I opened the door and called. He did not come. Yes, Jimmy is a cat who usually comes when I call. I walked into the dark woods,
calling his name. Margie got a flashlight and searched near the house. After about half an hour, she shouted out that he was in the house. She had found him walking down the hall. Here he is in the beam of her flashlight, about 2:00 AM. We were back in bed by 10 AM, At 3 AM I was still awake, but I did manage to doze off for about 20 minutes before the alarm went off. I had a little computer task I needed to instruct Margie how to do for me, so I took her to the office but in front of the door there was some slimy, green, cat barf. "Don't step in that," I warned, but when we came back out she forgot and stepped in it. I then took a close look at it. There was grass in it. That cat had been outside.