Here is a story of something that happened while I was driving.
When I was about seven months pregnant with my little barnacle (then a parasite only), Phil and I drove from California to Massachusetts. We brought our cats with us.
My cat, Pan, is a delightful, cuddly, easy-going kind of cat. She may not be, shall we say, always the cleverest or the most-able-to-not-fall-off-tables-est, but what she lacks in wits, she makes up for in purrs. She was a very good kitty on the drive, as she is always.
Phil also has a cat: Toby. Toby is a lot of good things. And also she is crazy. She did not like being put in her cat carrier. We ended our trip with many gouges. And many days, especially in mountains or at any elevation above sea level, Toby told us “mrrrwowww.” Often Pan would respond with her pathetic “mew” after Toby expressed her displeasure. As we crossed Arizona, I looked back to reassure our little ones and I saw this.
And, always having an excellent presence of mind, I said “Phil! Phil! Help! Toby’s getting out of her carrier!”
So we pulled over. We shoved her back in. We safety pinned the top. We went back on our way. In a little while, I looked back and I saw.
And then I said “Phil! Toby’s out of her carrier again! What if she gets stuck with the safety pins!” So we pulled over and did some fancy maneuvering to keep her carrier closed. And then we got back on the highway. And Phil pounded on the steering wheel and said,
“Toby. You are such a NAUGHTY cat.”
And then that night we sewed the top of her carrier closed and only used the front entrance for her.