because she doesn't travel well, the vet prescribed me a valium... err, correction - prescribed HER a valium. i went to pick it up at the pharmacy and it was listed under lucy newbrough. how cute is that?!? so the morning we are going to leave for rapid, i crush up 1/4 of the pill per the prescription and put it in her food... jump in the shower and by time i get it, she has already vomited it up on the rug. so much for that.
packing everything up for the road trip, she knew something was up... likely because it wasn't just my suitcase by the door; it was also her cat box, her toys, food, cat tree and her blanket. when i tried to put her in the carrier, she fought me... hard!! i literally had to wrestle with her to get her in that sucker, but alas, we made it to the car and hit the road. the trip was okay - she slept under the seat the entire time...
barely 12 hours at granny's house and that damn cat started scratching and biting under the box spring and before long, she tore open a hole big enough to get up in there! i'm not sure what it is with box springs, but this is the third one she's tore into.
apparently, it's her "safe place," kinda like behind-the-washer is in the loft... i just hope she doesn't get evicted by granny before i even hit the road!!
silly weird cat. i'm going to miss her...
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