Trying to be a good citizen, I inconvenienced the entire pack by removing all evidence of food and water so that our stray, Henry O. Chestercat, could keep his appointment with the vet to undergo "manhood" surgery. After a restless night worrying about driving conditions because of the snow and worrying if Henry would escape from the house, finally it was time to leave! Henry was tucked in his box on the floor in the back of the car and we were on our merry way! Several miles down the road I glanced over to my right and there sat Henry, watching the moving windshield wipers while trying to decide if he needed to attack! After considerable consideration he opted instead to drop to the floor to poop and pee then bounced back on the seat with a smile of satisfaction and decided to rest for the remainder of the ride. So, pay backs are tough and smelly!