On the Road to Texas - Part I

Although it was a gray foggy morning we both felt really excited to be on the road again especially since we were getting off on time, 7am.  However, before we were less than a block away from Chris' home Harpo jumped into the litter box which is on the floor area between the two seats.  Please keep in mind that litter box has been there since May and neither cat has ever looked at it  so we were quite surprised by his action.  Then within a few seconds we were all hanging our heads out the windows  as only a 17 year old cat can do dropped a huge load.  Tim and I laughed and both said at least it was Harpo because he covers his poop where Jackson with only one eye had depth perception problems and never gets it covered.

Then Harpo jumps back to the console between the front seats and lays down.  We are now two blocks from our start and he starts to vomit up his breakfast.  Great!  What else is going to happen?  Ok, so the time we get to Kimble Rd I'm cleaning him up and everything looks good.

Within 5 minutes Jackson jumps down into the litter box, again the one he has never paid any attention to it.  So not to be outdone by Harpo's success he does another big dump.  Remember though he can't see where to cover it so he goes through a long ritual of throwing sand to no avail.  So, while Tim is still trying to drive I'm trying to throw sand over dump #2 from the front seat.  Finally I succeed and we continue on.

N as we are going through Camarillo via the 101s I hear one of the back windows start to go down and realize that Jackson is standing on the down part of the window switch.  I yell at the cat and Tim says don't worry he just stood on it and it didn't go down.  So, not being to smart I try to reach the top of the window to check.  Now the only way I know to check if a window has gone down is to stick a finger at the top of window.  As I do that Tim closes the "closed" window on the end of my finger.  Needless to say I screamed and thankfully he instantly put the window down.

Good news is that my finger was turned on an angle so only 1/3 of it was smashed.  Hurt like hell, though.  That part is purple but I don't think I will lose my nail.

Believe or not the rest of the trip to Quartzsite was  very uneventful.  Gee, I wonder what will happen tomorrow?