Glad you are feeling well today, sumi, and I hope they can figure out what's up with the 'sode.
When I drove across the country by myself with two cats, I kept them in the carrier the whole way (except when the snake escaped his enclosure and headed straight for the cat carrier but that is another story). When I drove across the country with my parents, two cats, and a dog, we opened the cat carrier doors while driving - one of the cats stayed in her carrier but was happier with the door open, the other came out and sprawled across the back seat. The non-drivers(including the dog, come to think of it though he didn't mean to, I'm sure) were active in making sure the cats didn't cross over to the front seats and got back into their carriers whenever we stopped.
Asking for some generalized jobma for DH. His job is Not Good. He needs out. And some Buffistas have been helping , but he needs extra strength to get through this
~ma for your DH.
Baby shower pics went POOF!
That looks like a great time, GC.
Job~ma for Matt
LOVE the shower pics! And Shane's cowboy fabric is the EXACT fabric I'm using for our next baby! The cowgirl version is SUPER DUPER SUGAR!!
Plus, Barb, you could try Rescue Remedy. It's a Bach Flower Remedy you can find in any healthfood store. A few drops rubbed into the underside of the ears, or in a water bowl (served BEFORE the trip) might help.
Making notes. Thanks so much, guys. Every little bit of advice helps.
The cowboy theme ended up super cute. I didn't have a theme preference and DW wanted cowboy so I went with it. Now I'm glad cause it was really fun! Shanie's grandma is going to make the tablecloth into a quilt. The tablecloth (and bibs and burp cloths) were made by his great aunt Jan.
Job~ma for your DH, Beth.
Health~ma for you, sumi. I hope they can help with the weirdness.
I am at Heathrow arrivals. I love that even though McDonald's is over past security, I can still get online via their wifi.
Zenkitty, do you have them crate-trained?
Andi, not specifically, but the carriers are often out and open; they don't sleep in them, but they go in and out. Leo doesn't fight the carrier; I open the little door and say, "Get in", and he goes right in and settles down. Percy, who was almost 2 when I got him and was not paid much attention to by his former people, freaks the fuck out when I try to get him in his carrier. He's very nervous. It requires advance planning and a sneaky diversionary tactic to get him in.
Percy's an odd one. He's timid and suspicious; if anyone else is in the house, he'll hide. For six months after I got him, my family was teasing me about my imaginary cat. He's getting better, though. When I went to get him from the people who were giving him away, they warned me a couple times that he was shy and they might not be able to get him out for me to see him. As soon as I walked in their door and said hello, no exaggeration, he came out of the hallway, walked right up to me, and flopped down on my feet to be petted. They were astounded. There was no question at that point that he was coming home with me.
Driving from NJ to VA with Leo was not much of a problem, as much as I'd worried about it. He whined for a while, then went to sleep, and stayed quietly in the carrier the whole nine hours, until we were about thirty miles from our new home (in the middle of the night) and then he decided it was Time to Get Out. When Leo wants out of his carrier? The little whackjob will practically break a tooth trying to chew through the bars. He has a strong sense of personal agency. So I let him out, and prayed he wouldn't get under my feet. I drove slowly and was grateful there wasn't any traffic. He prowled, stared at the world going by, and finally settled down on my left arm. The car being an automatic, I let him, and all was well.
