Over the years our family has moved fifteen times. We have moved locally suburb to suburb and we have moved long distance, close to the boarder of a different State. We have moved with cats and dogs, fish and guinea pigs, mice and children. One year we decided to take our two cats with us to a friend’s cabin in the forest for the summer.
My wife was convinced that our cat was a dog. She had sent me to the pet shop to buy a puppy but instead I came home with two of the sweetest baby kittens who we named Roman and Bo after our favorite brothers in the daytime soap ‘Days of our Lives’. Roman was a scruffy little fur ball of a cat, white with black and grey patches and piercing green eyes that could scare you out of your wits, but Bo was smooth furred and elegant, with a timid nature and a passive disposition, though he did eat the guinea pigs right from under our noses one day, which just goes to show, cats will be cats.
How to move with Cats?
But how do you travel with cats? We didn’t have the luxury of calling on our ever reliable moving company who had moved us from house to house, so my wife asked our vet. She recommended we put them in a cardboard box and sedate them with sleeping pills which she gave us with instructions. Since it was a long-distance moving and we would be driving through the night, we thought it would be best if they just slept through the long trip. But Bo had other ideas. Scared out his wits, (he really was a scaredy cat) he meowed for twenty five minutes before the medication kicked in and then he finally fell asleep. But half way through the trip he woke up and started crying again. The children were both fast asleep, it was two in the morning and we still had at least another six hours to drive.
So my husband pulled in to a bit of bush land and let him out of his box to pee. Then suddenly I heard a scramble and the thud, thud, thud through the bush of my husband chasing the cat who had made a quick escape. A few minutes later when my husband returned to the car cat-less, I was devastated. I imagined every possible tragedy befalling our poor timid Bo and I imagined Roman’s heartache feeling the loss of his brother forever, but the bush land was endless and it was pitch dark.
And then suddenly, from the side of a small clearing, Bo appeared, all wobbly and sedated. He climbed back into his box and promptly fell asleep, and we didn’t hear from him till the morning, where we arrived safe and well at our destination, kids, cats and all.