our trip to fresno with the kitties was hard on everyone. little daisy emptied her tiny bladder within five minutes of getting in the car. she was good enough to look for the cat box (which we usually put inside the car), and not finding it, let out a tiny cry and relieved herself in the backseat anyhow. we found a little pool of piddle and sopped it up with kitchen towels; linda's stolen napkins were exhausted wiping the bubbles of drool and froth off minnie's mouth. all this and we'd not even reached the altamont pass.

eventually they got the hang of it (see photo) but maybe we won't take them to Kern this year.