I went to the cottage for almost a month with Morgan, her grandfather and her sister Jessica. The rides there and back were awful- swerving and stopping and going and shaking. I foamed at the mouth, puked, and even let a few turds drop! I’m pretty sure the girls weren’t too pleased at that. It smelled awful, but I couldn’t help it! I was scared. So was my brother Joey. He kept yowling and meowing. But we finally got there, all in one piece. And the stay at the cottage wasn’t too bad! I missed the air conditioning of home, but the food was the same, and I enjoyed napping on the couch on the sun porch. Also, there were some tasty chipmunks I eyed with relish. I wanted to go and hunt them, but I knew Morgan wouldn’t appreciate it. Oh! I also attacked a dog- she was growling and barking at me, and finally I had enough, so I jumped off the chair and swatted her some, and charged at her. The dog took off running, tail tucked between her legs, crying! Morgan and the other humans thought that was hilarious. I was referred to as the “bad ass kitty” for the rest of the trip. I had a good time. I just hated the drive home- even though it was less of a surprise as the ride there. I knew what to expect. It just didn’t stop me from puking. And I’m home now, where the house is cool and Morgan’s bed is inviting. I think Morgan’s eager to go back, but I’m one happy kitty staying right where I am!