Traveling

I don’t know many cats who are fond of traveling. Most of us are extremely busy keeping our territory maintained, and as such, we do not really have time for traveling and we certainly do not volunteer for it. It’s stressful and upsetting to think about our territory being left alone and unattended for even a few hours. Do you know what kinds of things can happen in the span of a few hours? Raccoons could invade! Another cat could break in! Food could disappear!

But alas, sometimes we do not have choices when it comes to traveling or not. If I had my way, I would never leave my empire, but sometimes my human has other plans, and since she controls my food bag, I have to go with her. Cats have superior senses, you know, and I can always sense that a trip is coming. I can always tell that she’s planning something and trying to hide it from me. There are subtle signs that warn of these things…

The bags begin appearing by the door. Always a few, some with things from the bathroom, some with clothes. Is the human just cleaning, or is this something I need to be concerned about?

Things go into the car. One by one, things begin disappearing. The bags start to go. Then things from the fridge come out and disappear.

My collar goes on. Hmm. This isn’t a good sign.

My food bag goes into the car. Oh no. I got excited for a second, but this is definitely not a good sign.

My bowls are gone. It’s really happening. I need to find a place to hide.

My litter box is gone. There’s nothing left. I’m next.

I try to barricade myself somewhere; I try to hide, but it always ends up being futile. There are only so many places where I can hide, and somehow the human always ends up grabbing me and putting me in the fateful little carrier. It’s going to be a long couple hours until freedom comes again….