Facebook status posted late yesterday afternoon: It's 233 miles to Delmont, I got a full tank of gas, two cats the back, it's getting dark, and I'm wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
Damn typo ruined the effect. Bleh. Blame my haste to get on my way and minimize the feline trauma. They officially do not travel well-- poor FatCat yacked and (here's a first) peed in the carrier. Well, one doesn't. DamnCat screeched, but ultimately resigned herself to her fate. Mostly. It's probably because FatCat still associates long car rides with being dumped at a shelter on some level, even though it's been three years (roughly half his life). Poor baby.
On a happier note, Steelers singing carols!! Yeah, they really shouldn't quit their day jobs, but it's pretty funny watching them try to sing harmony on Silver Bells.