The next morning we set out for Providence in the Cheyenne. I walked Jason through the engine starts and was secretly pleased that he looked about as perplexed as I feel when he lets me fire up the Lear. As we taxied out for takeoff, a furry animal the size of a cat crept across our path. I was tempted to ask the tower if it was a groundhog or a beaver, but I refrained. Jason soon had us gliding away toward KPVD like he was born in the airplane. We did note that altitude capture isn't as slick as in the Lear. We were assigned a clearance that would add about 15 minutes to our trip, according to the Avidyne. Since I was responsible for getting us to the airport with plenty of time to prepare the jet for our passengers, I was concerned. Just then Alan popped up on Boston Center. He's a Flying magazine reader, and we've talked before. I asked if he could work out a shorter route, and he responded with, "Cleared direct Providence, contact Bradley approach."