Misty Grey

Misty doesn’t really like riding in the car, so she huddles on my lap and tries to sleep through the ordeal. Once in awhile she wakes up and meows shrilly, to let me know she’s displeased to still be stuck in the car. While the car is moving she eats and uses the litterbox only when desperate. So I make sure to give her a chance whenever the car stops.

This is how she spent most of the ride. You can see how nicely her fur has grown in, and the line between the old fur and the newly grown patch.

By the way, I used to try to put her in a cat carrier when I had to bring her places in the car. However,  when she is put into the carrier Misty instantly grows an extra dozen legs and fights like her life depends on it not to go in. Then, once you finally get her inside, those extra legs dissolve into a disgusting puddle of urine, poo, and vomit, which she gets all over herself and you when you take her out. Therefore we do a leash and harness instead – though since she had her surgery I’ve been doing a collar instead of a harness. I don’t figure that letting a cat climb around in the car is any less dangerous than doing so with a dog, and plenty of people bring their dogs in the car without a carrier. And it’s much, much less messy and traumatic for me and Misty this way.