The trip home proved to be quite interesting. One of the cats, who we renamed Willie, completely freaked out in the carrier on the drive home. He actually tore apart the carrier and busted out. The boys were all "MOM!!! Mom, he's getting out!!!" I had to pull over and reassemble the carrier, and I moved Willie to the front seat so I could hold the carrier together, as it was now busted on one side. Well he pushed and clawed and yowled. Fur was flying out of the carrier, and claws were flying around too. He was panting rapidly and then all the sudden he rolled onto his back, put all four feet up in the air, and closed his eyes. I was all, "OMG, he's having a heart attack!" I pulled over again, but then he jumped up and started clawing to get out again. He tricked me! I have never seen a cat act like this before! We went through this routine one more time before getting home forty-five
Thankfully, Willie was just fine once he was out of the carrier and happily installed in the master bathroom. And Baxter did just fine the whole way - he seems very laid back and has even been sleeping with me at night. This is Pierce with Baxter. He seems to love all three boys already, and relishes the attention they give him.
And this is the crazy Willie, who is also very affectionate with the boys, and extra playful - he loves when the boys toss his ball and enjoys giving chase. Word is that he is a very efficient mouser, so after his transition I'll be eagerly awaiting my first gift of death on my doormat. Better Willie catch the mice before they climb into my minivan, right?
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