Today is the day that I dreaded for 3 years. I'm turning in my Cool Car and picking up my new car - an SUV. How could I possibly complain about getting a new SUV? I guess I'm not really - but my other car was definitely an awesome car - certainly reeking of "mid-life crisis" than the more conservative SUV that I'm picking up tonight.
In the back seat of my "cool car", there are claw marks from panicked newly rescued cats who stuck their paws out and hung on for dear life. My record for the number of cats in my little sports car was 32. Imagine me with 32 cats in a sports car?
The inside side panels are scratched from pulling cat carriers in and out of the little space that was NEVER intended for cat carriers. There's a roll of paper towels in the trunk for poop and barf mishaps. I guess I'll transfer the paper towels into the SUV.
My 6'3" 260 pound husband will be happy to have more room in this car. We could never take my car on the weekends. Watching him *squish* in used to amuse me greatly.
I used to think my little Cool Car knew the way to the shelter automatically. Somehow without thinking, I would just end up there. Abracadabra!
So tonight it's on to a new era - a Tanzanite Blue SUV. The new "Cat Car". I wonder how many cats will find their way out of being "just another discarded cat", into a Forever Home thanks to a sturdy SUV who will get us all there.
Maybe I need to go rescue somebody tomorrow and teach this SUV a few lessons. :)