Kristin, our cat would cry until we really got going then stop until we were almost there. It's like his whinging was tied to deceleration and accelerations. This was when Lori and I used to do a monthly schlep of the animals between LA and SF.

ah, good times.

CAKE. I'm so excited that there will be CAKE. In fact, I might go order an extra one.

Kristin, our cat would cry until we really got going then stop until we were almost there.

My grandma's cat didn't shut up for eight hours on her only long distance car trip.

CAKE!

It's like his whinging was tied to deceleration and accelerations.

Cats know about general relativity? For the record, I don't know anything about it. Other, than, well, the cats thing.

Kristin! I hope your trip is smooth and full of experiences of only the good kind!

Kat! Now I can happy-birthday you in your face screen!

[Edit: 2*9=18, also with the take-1-from-this-digit-and-give-it-to-the-other game. Maybe Kat and lori's cats can explain why I like this so much.]

Driving cross-country as fast as humanly possible with two cats who hate the car. Did I mention that part?

That's exactly what I did 7 years ago, except with added snake. Who somehow escaped her cage and tried to move in with one of the cats. Okay, it was stressful.

But still a good memory.

Cats know about general relativity?

Yeah, cats are totally, "You're accelerating! I can feel my mass increase! Time is slowing down! Meow!"

Mouse, it turned out, loved the car. He'd sit on your lap and stare out at everything with rapt attention. We learned this only on taking him to the vet for what turned out to be his last visit.

tag never closes on the "damn, I miss that cat" thing

Nilly, I think the cat could feel the acceleration and deceleration in car, you know, how you can feel it especially before gears are changed.

Kuma also does the same thing. He lies down once we are going past about 40 and stands up when we slow down again.

Can't explain why.

Mouse, it turned out, loved the car. He'd sit on your lap and stare out at everything with rapt attention. We learned this only on taking him to the vet for what turned out to be his last visit.

Oh, connie, my mom found this out about Chaika when she (the cat) was 19. After years of caterwauling from the cat carrier on the way to the vet, and increasingly frequent trips to the vet, mom finally tried just holding her on her lap (I know, pronoun trouble, but I'm sure you all know what I mean). Totally peaceful cat, happily watching the scenery.

One of my dad's cats used to commute with him the 90 miles or so down from the mountains (on sabbatical) once a week. She was fine with it, just napped on the dash where she could look out, or the back window. But 15 minutes from the destination, she'd be all up in your face, yelling at you. She'd put her front paws on your collarbones and just push, yelling with catfood breath right at your chin.

She knew how long it was supposed to take. God help us if we got caught in a missile roadblock, she'd start yelling at 1 hour 45.

I don't let my current cats loose because...well, they'd cause an accident.