1 / 15 Jun 2014
My initial travelling
experience with Littley was less than encouraging. I needed to take him to the
vet for his jabs and to have him micro chipped –
Liz kindly bought me a rigid
plastic cage with a metal grill at one end, it seemed ideal as he was still a
tiny little thing. (his growth spurt hadn’t started yet)
I had never *owned* a cat before
and so I did a lot of reading in preparation for his (hopefully) future car
trips. I was a bit worried that nearly every article I came upon, seemed to
carry the warning that, unlike dogs who often enjoy car travel, most cats find
it a frightening and upsetting experience…
With regard to Littley the
opposite eventually proved to be true, as he now really enjoys his car journeys
– although I would not have believed it at the time.
Littley never took to the
cage, he seemed to dislike the bars and
the air vents of his mobile prison. I also noticed that he was out-growing it
rapidly.
With the date of the vet
appointment looming, I tried a few dummy-runs in the car…using Dreamies (his
favourite treat) to lure him into the cage – but each time, the whole procedure
became more and more traumatic for him (and for myself) 's Even the offered
Dreamies seemed to be losing their persuasive power.
The eventual journey to the vet's was sadly traumatic, with rapid meows, wailing and whining down his nose - which continued during the first injection and micro-chipping. After the ordeal was over, there was no problem getting him back into the cage, as by then I was the owner of a terrified cat. As soon as I got him back in the house and
released him from his dungeon, he climbed at high speed onto the top of the
wardrobe and there he stayed, glaring down at me for the rest of the
day.
He was somewhat calmer the next
morning, but sort of distant and civil. There was no “Good Morning” head-butting
and purring to greet me when I woke up…and sitting on my knee that evening was
definitely off the agenda.
Thankfully, as the days passed, I
was gradually forgiven and his normal loving ways returned, but it took nearly a
week before the morning cuddles, games, hunting and fun throughout the day
returned…but when they did, I'd smile at the the sound of the cat-flap opening,
followed by the pitter-patter of paws up the stairs…and finally a warm little
lump, jumping up and snuggling down beside my feet at the bottom of the
bed.
I did try to get him to like the
cage during that time, by leaving it with the front grill open and placing his
meals inside - no chance! The only way to end the immediate hunger-strike that
ensued was to relent and quickly put his dishes out in the open as usual. I also
tried top-loading him, with the cage on it’s end. This resulted in hissing,
wriggling and threatened biting - Littley was shouting “NO” in the only way he
could and woe betide me and my friendship with the little soldier, if I ignored
it.
It was time to think like
a cat…
Now, other cats
might be different and prefer a small dark space to feel safe in, but I reckoned
that Littley, with his tough street-cat background and his lean springy body,
needed space to stand on his hind legs and move around…and with his outgoing personality…lots of
visibility to see exactly what was going on around
him.
I searched the internet and
eventually found a extra-large cat show-cage, made by ‘Sturdi Products’ a US
firm. At almost £100, it was more than I had anticipated, but when it arrived, I
knew at once that I had made the right decision.
I did a test-run through
Coventry, with an excited cat, standing on his hind-legs, watching everything
happening around him. People on the street did double-takes when they saw him. I
stopped to get some diesel, with Littley jumping around his cage in an attempt
to look out of all the windows at the same time - it was his first visit to a filling
station forecourt and he just had to see everything at once . A driver
watching Littley’s antics with a mixture of amazement and amusement, remarked
that I was so lucky to have a cat like that and how his own cat was always
terrified and wailed all the time, when he travelled in the car.
I felt very smug…
The second visit to the Vet’s
was a breeze (apart from the injections)…A couple of nervous meows when the car
started moving, followed by total interest in the traffic around him and the
people on the street. He also seemed to really like going fast!
The next step was to prepare
things for his first really big journey – 120 miles each way, to see Liz for a week’s
holiday.
I made a
check-list
1. Best time to travel –
Littley loaded into car by mid-day. He gets sleepy around that time, which I
thought would be good for sustained travel and would also mean that the whole
jouney would avoid the rush-hour periods.
2. Lots of kitchen towel – In
case
of poo’s or similar ‘accidents’
3. Old towel in carrier with a
spare one in case of more ‘accidents’
4. Plastic bags to dispose of
old towels etc if ‘accidents’ did happen! (It has only happened once so far,
after six months of travel.)
5. Bottle of water and plastic
bowl in case of traffic jams or breakdowns
6. A packet of ‘Dreamies’
7. Small quantity of hard food
8. Small hamper with enough wet
and dry food for the whole week’s stay.
I also made a mental note to...
9. Try to choose a day with mild weather – no hot sun, or
predicted storms. Try to avoid rush-hour times – mixing scorching weather with a
traffic jam could be life threatening.
10 Check that my Travel insurance and relay
cover with one of the motoring organizations (AA, RAC, GreenFlag
etc) was up to date.
11. Most Important ~ Use the same forethought and
planning as if transporting a baby.
~
The journey went really well
and Littley, after watching the motorway traffic (especially the lorries!) for
around half an hour, settled down and slept until we arrived.
He never cries (meows down his
nose) or wails, except when he leaves Liz’s house after a holiday visit – he’s very fond of
her!
Littley really loves to travel
– He’s a Happy Travelling Cat!
~
If you’re interested in travelling with your cat – go visit
my cat product page, you’ll find the button on the top menu bar above this
post. However, it's worth bearing in mind that your cat may be quite the opposite to Littley and prefer a small-dark space to hide in whilst on the move.
Cats are like people - Each one is unique.