Moving Daisy Duke

Moving Daisy to Waco wasn't as traumatic as I thought it would be. It was decided during the summer that Daisy would be happier living with her human instead of at the Back Forty. Daisy and Kris were inseparable for three years. Daisy and Kris both had to adjust to the change when Kris began her freshman year of college. Daisy would spend days moping around the house after a weekend visit from Kris. It got so bad that I would call Kris and have her talk to Daisy on the phone. Yep, I am a certified member of the Crazy Cat Lady Club.

After tricking Daisy to get into the cat carrier, Kris opted to take Daisy with her in her little car. As our convoy got about 15 miles northwest from Little Town, Kris radioed me and said that if a cat could look pale, Daisy was definitely changing colors. I told her to put air on her. That didn't work and Kris said she thought Daisy needed to be sitting higher up than the front seat of the little car. So we pulled over and I took over the responsiblity of hauling Daisy to College Town. We still had a three and a half hour trip ahead of us.

I put the cat carrier next to me in the front seat of the pickup, directed two air vents towards Daisy and told her to be quiet. She yowled for another 5 minutes and settled down. She would voice her disapproval every 30 minutes or so but managed not to get sick. Needless to say, we did not make stops along the way until we got to the apartment complex.

Daisy did not settle down very well during her first night in her new home. She managed to keep me awake most of the night with her prowling and yowling. I woke her up every time I found her napping yesterday. Shame on me. When I checked in with Kris last night, Daisy was doing better and not quite so freaked out about her new surroundings.

As for future hauling of the cat, I will contact Dr. Dave's office and have his assistant send drugs to Kris for her to dispense to Daisy before traveling.