One morning we found this little baby underneath one of our Land Cruisers on our way to the hospital in Tanzania. She didn’t flinch or run when we swooped her up. I suspect she was very hungry and had gotten separated from her family. With the help of many, both Tanzanian and American, I was able to take her on the plane back home where she had quite an interesting and long commute to the US. I anticipated many obstacles, but the whole process went relatively smoothly and she was a fantastic travel companion. Her name is Paka, which in Swahili means cat – not very creative but I love it. Welcome to America’s newest immigrant!