Cats generally do not like being in cars, and my cat Gunther is no exception to that rule.
My maternal Grandma (Nanny as I call her) he been in a nursing home since Christmas and she has hopped back and forth from there to the hospital numerous times since. Earlier in the week she was in the hospital and they released her and then one day later she went back. My Mom had been calling me with updates to let me know how things were and each time she called I would ask if I needed to come home.
I really didn't want to come home, because I wanted to hang out with my friends and go to a concert that night, but I still played the dutiful daughter/granddaughter role and asked if I was needed. I am sad and things don't look too good for my Nanny, but things haven't looked good for her before and she has pulled through.
I layed out with Phillip and Paulina yesterday in front of our apartment and read and relaxed and talked about how okay I was or wasn't. Then Phillip and I drove around and listened to The Book of Mormon, very good musical by the way. We also went on a search for ear candles and were a mildly horrified in both places we went into. One we are pretty sure is the headquarters of some secret government agency. It is a huge building with one tiny store in it and when we walked in the woman working asked us our names, as if she was expecting someone. In the other place we went to, first we walked around and tried free samples and then I spent a good 7 minutes smelling soaps and when Phillip finally asked about ear candles the guy who he asked said what they had weren't ear candles according to government standards and then pointed him in the direction of hollow beeswax cylinders. So we left and went to Phillip's apartment for dinner.
After parking at the school for the concert Phillip and I begin to walk towards the crowds. Once we are almost there my Mom calls and says that Nanny is being life flighted to Evansville and if I can come home and stay with my little brother. So we walk back and talk about how I can cry in the car and at least now I don't have to pretend to have a good time.
So I decide to take my cat with me to my parents house so he can play with their 2 cats. He doesn't have a carrier because I never take him anywhere so I just decide to let him roam around. We make it less than a mile from my apartment and he somehow rolls down the back window and I see him trying to make an escape in the side rear-view mirror. I stop in the middle of the road yank his ass back in the car and put the child locks on and also lock the doors. You can't escape that easily cat!
He meows off and on and curls up in my lap for most of the ride although the steering wheel seemed to annoy him lots.
Once at my parents house he and the other cats hiss at each other and then chase each other around and I go sleep after a long hard day.
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