You see, we'll have to move to Texas in just about a year. (No, that's not the dilemma. Though it is troubling to this native New Yorker.)
The problem is those goddamn cats. They've got terrible motion sickness. Which is to say that after about five minutes in the car, they crap and puke all over themselves. And they don't stop. What follows after they're empty is retching and death cries.
So, they don't come to Texas, right?
Well, I'm worried that Plus One might experience some devastation if the cats weren't there to torture when he wakes up in the morning. And what kind of mother would I be if I knew that and let it happen?
So WHAT DO I DO?!
1. Stunt doubles?
2. Smother them, then stuff them?
3. Cardboard cutouts?
I'd appreciate all and any suggestions. Humanity is a factor, but not the whole bag, if you know what I'm saying. (Which could be hard, because I'm not even all that sure.)
PS: Miss Yvonne is having a giveaway. I'm just telling you so that I'll be entered twice. But don't you go over there and reduce my chances of winning because then I'll totally not be friends with you anymore.