The cattery is a 50 minute drive away. Five minutes into the drive Marley went to the toilet. And not the "marking his territory" kind either. So yes, my day so far has consisted of being stuck in a car with two crying cats and (if I can quote the movie "kenny") a smell that will outlast religion for almost an hour. Good times people, good times.
But! In two days time I shall have hugs and kisses from my niece/god daughter the Is-Monster, three days time hanging out with E and 8 days from hanging with windrose If the price of all that awesomeness is a bad smell, I'm okay with that.