I do not like it in the car.
I do not like it going far.
I do not like to share my space.
I do not like you in my face.
This Dr. Seuss inspired poetry is brought to you by the cats.
Actually, the drive went surprisingly smoothly. Given how much they whine about a ten minute trip to the vet, there was surprisingly little complaining on this trip. We're not sure if it was the fact that we got them a big dog crate and filled it with their stuff, or the tranquilizers the vet gave us, but we were pretty thankful either way.
They seemed to adjust to life in hotels pretty quickly, too. The first night they all spazzed out, but the second night they managed to find Animal Planet on TV and clear out the mini-bar.
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