Momma's job is sending her to Kansas! Wow. That's like an 18-hour drive from our home in Pennsylvania. I hope I can be good in the car for 1200 miles. And what about my litter pan? I hope they serve snacks like on the planes. I wonder if she's going to stop and let me stretch my legs. I hope she doesn't plan on keeping me crated that long. All this talk and preparation is wearing me out. I think I need a catnap!