Road Trip

So it started like any other day.

Got up - 4:30 a.m.
Woke up the peeps - 4:33 a.m.
Waited for the bedroom door to open and the lady peep to feed me - 4:34 a.m.
Woke up the peeps again - 4:40 a.m.
Wailed and moaned until the lady peep got out of bed and fed me - 5:00 a.m.
Looked out the kitchen window - 5:20 a.m.
Played head buts with the lady peep - 5:30 a.m.
HAD TO WAKE UP THE PEEPS AGAIN - 6:00 A.M. - Jeez what if there was a fire?

yada yada yada

Then, out came the fancy dancy "take me to the vet" carrying case...I was not going in that thing again, no sireeebob, thank you very much.

Well, naturally the lady peep and the man peep ganged up on me and before you know it, I was zipped into the dang thing and in the car - with the man peep - and we were on the road.

Cool, a road trip - guys only - doesn't happen very often. So he put on some tunes on the CD - Johnny Cash. Naturally I started singing along - somehow what with me being cramped into the carrying case, I felt pretty righteous in singing Folsom Prison Blues along with the man in black.

I think I have a pretty good voice - I know it's piercing - and I can certainly sing as loud or louder than the CD player - Next thing I knew the man peep was pulling off the highway. Apparently he thought there was something wrong with me and I was hurting somewhere. I think he was worried that I caught my tail in the zipper...why? Oh did I mention that the man peep is deaf and wears hearing aids in both ears? Apparently I was singing very very loudly. And as it turns out he doesn't like my singing voice. Well excuse me.

Then I got a lecture... cats are NOT supposed to sing in cars... it is extremely distracting according to the man peep. NOT FAIR. I decided to take a nap. Next thing I knew we were pulling off the highway again. O good, lunch time I think...nope...apparently peeps get treats and coffee in cars...AND apparently peeps don't give cats treats in cars either...The man peeps says - sorry Eddy, I can't feed you till we get to Calgary, in case you hafta go.

A few minutes later I started feeling kinda strange - something about the starting and stopping motion in the car... Definitely not a good thing and then - Yup, I puked, but...first I made lots of hacking noices just to warn the man peep about what was going to happen next. Too late...now there's a big mess in the carrying case. So we pull off the highway again...The man peep is not happy...Nope, nope, nope...

Finally the mess is all cleaned up...We're back on the road again...and the man peep is on his cell phone. He's talking to the lady peep...he's actually very descriptive when he talks, but the outcome is this...He's never, NEVER, ever taking me on a road trip again.

That's the story about how I got to Marble's house for the visit. Heh, heh, heh.
Next time, I'll tell you about some of our adventures in Calgary.