One of the major recurring concerns when we started planning this adventure was... what to do with the cats? I have had dozens of sleepless nights worrying about this.
Getting out of L.A. was rough. We live right at the border of LA and Orange Counties along the Interstate 5 corridor (pronounced "The 5", if you're a local, followed by an involuntary shudder). The highway close to our home is currently, well always really, in various stages of improvement resulting in a perma-disaster of constant construction, narrow lanes, on/off ramps randomly inaccessible, K-walls right up on the fog line, and waaaaay too many other drivers. Lance joked that he narrowly avoided a pothole with two cars already languishing in the bottom of it and I'm only partly sure he was kidding.
Anyways, before we got to the Grapevine somebody pooped on the bed (probably Starfish). Somebody threw up on the floor. Twice. I suspect Stewie. Understandable since their sum total car experience thus far included only short trips to the vet. Nothing could have prepared them for the teeth-rattling terror which is the 5.
Our cats have very different personalities. Starfish is a homebody who rarely leaves the property. Stewie is a tomcat whose daily range covers at least a block in any direction. I'm fairly sure he has another family that feeds him and I know he bullies the neighborhood cats. At the house they have a cat door and come and go at their pleasure.
We figured Starfish would settle in, we figured Stewie would run away at the first opportunity or try to bully the wrong stranger, we figured both would annoy us mercilessly to be let in/out. We talked it over with family and Mom in Napa offered to give them a new home with her if they didn't settle into the new life.
|Boondocking at Thundervalley Casino in Lincoln, CA
|Stewie and Starfish exploring Mom's backyard in Napa, CA
Of course the dog is always good to go. Anywhere. Anytime.
Family of five - headed on the open road soon. Look out world!