Friday, January 23, 2009
In 24 hours I'll be back in Cha-Cha-City--indeed, at this very hour, I hope to be drinking margaritas with Evey and Jack (because nothing says "winter in the northeast" like a margarita or four). But in order to get to that happy place and that happy hour, I first have to endure a number of hours in the company of an unhappy feline.
Nero is not fond of the car. I usually give him a tranquilizer--but, like his owner, he has a ridiculously high tolerance; even a large dose lasts only a few hours and doesn't fully calm him down. On our trip out here he was so unhappy that, at about the four-hour mark, I got to wondering whether he'd be any less stressed if he were out of his carrier.
Lesson learned: inside of his carrier, he's fretful and noisy. Outside of his carrier, he's fretful, noisy. . . and a danger to me and everyone else on the road.