One of the reasons for the recent cat-in-car pics was to help remind her that the car wasn’t a bad thing. We took a four-hour trip to the family this week and brought Allie. So she was fine in the car, because she is familiar with the whole thing. She fusses getting in and is fidgety and vocal about the whole thing for the first three or four miles, but then she’s completely comfortable with it. I might stress about her stressing about the ordeal more than she does.
She sits in the back. She lounges in her carrier. She does laps from the backseat to the front passenger seat. (We keep her out of the driver’s seat, as we sane people.) And then she’ll get in the passenger floorboard. She’ll sit up and watch the world go by. And she’s has figured out that she somehow fits underneath the passenger seat. How that can be comfortable, I’ll never understand.
But she has a lot more room here:
That’s in the guest room at my folks’ new house. She’s a good house guest, too.
