My human rushes through his dinner, then covers everything flat with paper towels. He brings in my carrier and moves my litter box into the hall..always a bad sign. Next thing I know I'm in the carrier, and then in a CAR...and my human opens the top! Hell no I'm not gonna walk around; this things moving, but I'm sitting still, and there windows and lights moving by. Then I'm hauled up to somebody else's place...and there are other cats! A black one with white paws named Zoe, and cream one named Cosette. Cosette's chill, but Zoe's a little uppity. I stay in the den for a while as my human puts his friend's stuff in boxes. Eventually I find the bed to hide under, my place to go if I'm wigged out. But then I'm back in the box and the car. But I STILL don't go home--to the building, but not home. Instead my human sits and reads (at least it's Harry Potter) as I'm stuck in the carrier. At last we go home, and everything smells a little weird. And all the windows are open. And stuff isn't where it should be, 'cept my litter box and my water, whew. Gotta explore. Sniff, sniff.

My human tells me ALL the fleas should be dead now. We'll see about that.