The Cat Whisperer

Move over Cesar Millan, here comes Sarah Imhoff a.k.a The Cat Whisperer. This self appointed title came after a very tramatic car ride to Austin with 2 cats in the back seat. I will first introduce the 2 cats. The Garfield looking one is Mac, who was named after Coach Mac Brown and from what I can tell, also weighs about the same as Mac Brown. If his overwhelming size wasn't enough, Mac had shed enough to make the Jetta look like a life size snowglobe, Orange hair everywhere! Then there is the eldest cat, Toby. If Toby were a person, he would be the obnoxious kid in class who is constantly talking and running around the classroom, and I would be the one politely telling Megan that she might want to consider getting him ritalin prescription. Oh I will also add that a couple months ago Toby attempted Kitty Suicide by jumping 4 stories off an apartment balcony (life is hard in Frisco, Texas). Somehow the cat survived, only to torture me.

Our roadtrip trauma began before we even left the Dallas city limits. Mac decides to pee all over Megan in the driver seat, strike 1. After a bottle of disinfectant, 1 washed pillow, a bottle of body splash and a lot of Resolve we were finally ready to pull out of my complex. Being the attention whore that he is, Toby then vomits all over the backseat, strike 2. Repeat cycle from strike 1, disinfect, spray, wash, we are ready again. Distracted by the cat vomit we realized that we are minus 1 passenger. Toby was staring at us from across the street, and I swear he smiled at us before he escaped into the barred hallway. Megan and I immediatley bolted for Toby who gave us a good run around the building before we trapped him in a dead-end hallway. I will also add that this whole charade was witnessed by hot neighbor who I haven't had the guts to talk to, strike 3. Needless to say these cats are lucky to be alive, they were one bodily function away from being the newest residents at the Dallas SPCA.