Travelling with Cats

        I dreamed this morning that I was on some sort of vacation, and N and I had stashed the cats in a public restroom during a downpour, just because they were kind of panicky in the tent. (Too much noise for the fur children.)

        When it was all over, two of them came out without a fuss, N easily picking them up and putting them back in the car. I had to take the carriers into the restroom and capture the other two to get them to come out. All the while N was at the door watching to make sure they didn’t run out and escape into the wild.

Ad astra per technica,

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