One of our first road trips was a six-hour drive to Colonial Beach, Virginia to see Grandmeow. Momma said she wanted to get me used to riding in the car. I must admit, I did get a little restless pacing back and forth like a caged circus tiger. I meowed the whole trip. Momma tried to tune me out with the radio, so I decided to put on a show and meow louder! It was like a battle of the bands! Honestly, I think I'd be great at karaoke. I can hit several different octaves with my vocals -- a Bengal trait. I seem to be a born natural at it.
P.S. The beach was great! Nothing like feeling a little sand between the toe pads! And the seagulls . . . and the sand pipers running along the beach . . . All I could envision was jerk chicken smokin' on the grill! Yeah mon. Now we be meowing!