Sunday Drive

So we drove up to our mountain house yesterday. It was Kavan's first trip, so I had to show him the ropes. Mom and Dad put us in our separate PTUs and put them in the back seat facing each other so we could see each other, then put a blanket over us. When we started, Kavan cried a little bit, but I talked to him and calmed him down. All was going well until about 45 minutes into the drive. I found I really needed to poop! So I yelled "Mom, I need to poop!". But they kept driving. So I cried again, "MOM I REALLY NEED TO POOP!". But they thought I was just upset for being in my PTU, and kept driving. It was terrible, the litter box was on the floor and I just couldn't get to it. So I'm embarrassed to say I just had to go in the PTU. Mom and Dad smelled it immediately and pulled over, and was surprised to find out it was me and not Kavan. I tried to tell them! Oh, the indignity of being pulled out of a stinky PTU and cleaned up along the side of the road was more than any princess should bear! But Mom and Dad were prepared, and got me all cleaned up and gave me a fresh blanket. They profusely apologized for not understanding. Well, I deserved that apology!

The rest of the trip went really well. We were quiet, and slept most of the way. At the top of the big mountain, we got to go out for a cool walk. It almost made up for the earlier indignity. Kavan was scared, but I showed him how to smell the mountain flowers, scratch your claws on a big pine tree, and climb this cool rock.
Kavan was starting to get the hang of it.

I'm sorry I pooped in the PTU Mom! I tried to tell you, maybe next time you will understand what I'm trying to say. But I'm really glad you brought us along!