Ya see, ridin' in the car makes me sick. First I throw up, and then I start to get the poops. It's not pretty. I even try the Emergency Cat-Whale Call (you know, deep in your throat, "Wooahhh-Wooaahhhh!!!") but the whales never come. Then I release lots of fuzzy fur to create a fog-cover in case I can escape. Then Momma gets real mad at me.
Well, it was time for the long, hard trip to Gran & Poppa's house yesterday, and I was real nervous as you know. But Momma shoved something down my throat yesterday morning, and then it got really weird.
I got put in the prison box and in the car, and Coco was sittin' there besides me, but I got real sleepy and started seein' some freaky stuff:
Well, it didn't seem too long (even though Momma say it's a 12 hour drive) and then there I was in Gran & Poppa's house, with a much needed bowl of kibbles and a good long night's sleep with Momma. She said I got to go on two trips yesterday -- how 'bout that!