Until the Cats Come Home

Have I mentioned that our three cats arrive this Friday? A mere three days from now? The dogs too. The man and I are VERY excited to have our fur babies back with us. Except that, since we haven't moved into our house yet, they won't be physically with us. 

The cats are off to my mother-in-laws, heretofore to be known as "grandma's," where they will continue to live in the style to which they have become accustomed over the last six months. She has gone to great effort--and some expense I expect--to fix up her spare bedroom for their comfort. I've no doubt they will be doted upon. I personally plan to spend my Saturday there cuddling them all.

The dogs are off to a kennel for a couple weeks, but it's nearby so I think we will go over on the weekends to visit and take them out for walks. The man is already talking about taking Mina to the stable so she can go on trail rides with him. I suggested her consider purchasing one of these to transport her back and forth. What could be manlier than a dog carrier backpack with the label "Trixie"?

I was also looking for a cat carrier to transport the three princes and came upon some interesting options. First off was the feline seat belt. Who knew such a thing existed? The look on this particular kitler's face certainly shows s/he had no idea such an abomination would darken his/her life. 

I can just see us making our way down the road with three cats "seat-belted" in the back seat. While I thought they might find it more pleasant than a carrier crate, the man wisely brought up the ever-present danger of poo. 

And then there was the "redneck" cat carrier, which I found on the humor site Joe-ks.com. It makes up for it's lack of aesthetic beauty by being cost-effective and down right hysterical. [Why do I suspect a Palin family pet may have been transported in just such a way? Hmmmm...]

Personally, I think the biggest obstacle to utilizing this method would be accomplishing the awful task of finishing an entire case of Busch beer.