The cat is not happy
And so begins the great experiment . . . for the first hour of driving, Faye Wray sat in her box and howled. She must have thought I couldn't hear her, because she climbed onto the central console so that she could meow directly into my right ear. Thankfully, after about an hour she settled down in her box muttering expletives occasionally.
She handled the first night quite well - even eating a little bit. She wandered around the trailer in the dark, exploring, and then snuggled up to sleep. At about 2am, something startled her and she used my face as a launchpad as she hurdled herself back to a hiding spot under the front bed. Several small, and surprisingly painful puncture wounds were dealt with (where is that first aid kit?) But slowly we all got back to sleep.
Overall, it's working out better than I expected . . .
Faye Wray did NOT:
- Barf in the car
- Pee in the car
- Hysterically fling herself at the windows trying to escape
- Dash for the open door as I got in and out
- She didn't howl in the trailer all night
- She hasn't attacked the dog (always a possibility when she's ticked off)
|I will poo in this shoe, see if I don't.|
|Molly is not sure about sharing the trailer with demon kitty|