My adventures in kitty sitting continue.
We drove to the old house yesterday to meet my siblings for Christmas.
We started the long drive in the morning bright and early also known as noon. We took the sedan instead of the convertible. If Blind Dog was disappointed, she didn’t say so.
BD took the back seat beside the two cat carriers containing Sam and Frodo. We began our merry drive, not zooming down the highway but tootling along the winding country lanes.
After we took a break to eat, drink and of course poop. The boys meowed pitifully when I tried to return them to their carriers. Thus they persuaded me to let them stay out.
As I was driving, Frodo decided he should sit on my shoulder just to make sure things were going well. Sam climbed into the front seat putting his front paws on the dashboard, my navigator I suppose.
Frodo decided to have a go at driving with his butt in my face and his front paws on the steering wheel. Sam sitting on the dashboard in front of me didn’t help me any.
With the boys, having chosen to return to their cages, we continued the trek with Blind Dog riding shotgun blasting whatever random radio station we could find.
P.S. The boys figured out how to open one of the bathroom doors. They went straight for the toilet paper. My little duo are going to make excellent cat burglars. If you keep your valuables in a roll of toilet paper, I suggest you move them now.
