After Jesse accidentally rolled my finger up in his Jeep window (I was trying to get Christopher’s needles tucked in) in the parking lot of Taco Bell/lunch/restroom stop, we kept on our journey. Jesse said the cats were fine as long as he didn’t make any noise at all. We had drugged them at ¼ pill each – half what the vet recommended. You could see the effects in Casey’s eyes… I listened to my book on CD – which reminds me I need to mail it back to the Carlsbad library. We drove all day (eight hours) and talked on our walkie talkies a bit until the batteries died. We spent the night in Flagstaff with Olive under the bed and Casey hissing at her. It was cold, like 7. Degrees. Nice to be on a real bed though.
Sunday morning we got up early and drugged the cats at ½ pill each. The slept much more soundly than the day before as we drove all the way to Denver, about 12 hours. It was beautiful coming up I-25 through Colorado as the sun was setting. Our property manager met us at our new house, we signed papers, brought the cats in, unloaded the cars and parked them in our new garage, blew up the airbed and went to sleep. In the morning there was snow on the ground! And it was still coming down.
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