Cat in the box.
I dropped Blanca off to get her "in heat" machinery removed today. As such, I put her in her green polyurethane holding tank and got her ready for transport. As per usual, she assumed her sphinx like travel persona, closed her eyes to half slits and occasionally growled at me. Yes, growled. Such a happy kitty.
I picked her up today at 4:17. I don't know why I remember that, but I do, so I include that reference for your reading pleasure. On the trip home, I was mildly startled and somewhat disconcerted to see one feline eye pressed with conviction to the circular opening in her holding tank wall. This green, wildly dilated eye was darting back and forth like the Eye of Sauron after three lattes and a Krispy Kreme. I have expected to here a voice come out of the box saying "gimme some candy gimme some candy GIMME SOME CANDY!"
At home, I released her on the bed and she slithered (yes, slithered) out of the box and slinked around the bed like the Grinch around a tree. I don't know what kind of trip she was on, but after she fell off the bed onto her head (I know, my bad, but who knew cats could get THAT stoned) I confined her to a roomy crate in the bathroom where she could sleep it off.
I'm going to hide the Doritos, because that's a cat that will have the munchies hard core.