It Was Time...

for

Tickles'

kitties...












to

move

on...











with

their

life...












in

a

new

family...










on

a

horse

ranch.





Dad, the big boys and Moose were off pheasant hunting – leaving Noah and me with no dog kennel for the transport.

We improvised – lying down blankets in the car's back end, putting up the shelf, and using a blanket to cover the gap between the seat and shelf – to discourage the nearly three-month-old rascals from roaming.


One by one Noah put them down the hatch.

"You'll have to be the kitty police,"
I said.


"Make sure they don't escape while we're driving."

Noah giggled, "What if one jumps out on my head?"

"It's your job – to make sure that doesn't happen!" I said.


I drove slowly along the gravel road with no trouble.

Out on the highway, I picked up speed.


And then, the kitties began peeking out their heads.

"Watch out, Noah," I said glancing in the rearview mirror. "Somebody's sneaking up behind you!"

"Hey!" Noah said swinging his arm behind the seat. "Get back down there."

Several times, one of the five popped up to look out. Yet... no kitty attempted to break out.

So, Noah allowed the kitties to peer out the hatch-back window during this, their first, automobile ride.

And...
Mom allowed Noah to photograph the rascals because – It Was Time.