Frank the Tank is now living in his new home. Yesterday was a tough day for the little guy, and today won't be any better once I'm done with him. It's all necessary though.
I'm lucky enough to have a kitty who gets motion sickness. On the 40 minute drive from my brother's place to the campsite, Frank got sick in the car. He was shaking and so scared when he got to the campsite, but still let me cuddle and pet him, and still let some cousin's kids pet him as well. This bodes well, as it looks like he'll be a good natured cat. Thankfully the same cousin whose kids were playing with Frank had liquid gravol for her kids, and we were able to give a little bit to Frank, so the rest of the trip wouldn't be so hard on him.
The gravol seemed to work almost immediately, and his eyelids got a little bit heavy. The truck ride from the campsite to the airport went better, but he still had a few spazzouts. Mostly when dad turned the radio on, and it got too loud for his big ears. He seemed pretty calm when we were hanging out in the airport, and fell asleep almost immediately when the motion stopped.
Boarding the plane was another freakout (I think because of how loud it was), but once he was tucked under the seat with a towel over his carrier to make it nice and dark for him, he did really well. I didn't hear a peep from him till we'd landed back home, and I was walking off the plane with him.
Pretty much as soon as we got home he curled up in sleepy ball on the couch. I did get him to eat some supper though, and when I woke up this morning he was about halfway through his bowl of kibble, and ate all the wet food I put out for him. He also drank about half the water from his dish, which is a relief, cause he was probably pretty dehydrated by the end of yesterday.
Tonight's gonna be another test of his ability to stay calm. I need to give him a bath. He's stinky because he got sick and laid in it in his carrier, and he's also got fleas. He was treated for fleas about two weeks ago, so I can't just give him flea treatment again, I've got to try pick the fleas out with a flea comb, and then scrub him clean in the sink. I might look like I fought a battle tomorrow. It'll be worth it though to have a clean kitty who isn't itchy.

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