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Cats in Cars Getting Coffee
Don’t take car trips with cats if you don’t like cats.
Getting Coffee
After eight hours on the road, it was time to switch again. I would take over driving; my spouse would rest. I needed a cup of coffee as we started traveling at the butt crack of dawn that morning.
Our two cats had been relatively quiet and since we were at a drive through, I opened their carrier so the cats could have a stretch. I planned to buy the coffee, sit and drink it then take up my driving duties.
We ordered our coffees and pulled forward. I rolled down the window and reached for my wallet. Suddenly I had an arm full of a mad cat. Dark, our sweet boy, was attempting to jump out of the window to “get” the person who handed us our drinks.
How had he gotten from the back seat into the front seat so quickly? What the hell?
My husband said later that the cat saw the person in the drive-through window and leaped over the seat, high over my head to land in my lap. I caught and held him as he was trying to jump out the window.
