Catmuters Embrace New CitiCat Program

MadMax has always been a howler. The day my ex-husband and I adopted him, his former owners (who were giving him away on Craigslist, for what later turned out to apparently be a urine-marking problem...making him a "pisser and a moaner"?) told us that he cried the whole way to Brooklyn. Taking him to the vet always promises to be a nightmare.

Recently I bought this new cat carrier on wheels, though, and he actually seemed to LOVE his trip to the vet, sitting up the whole time and looking out at the scenery during the entire 20 min. walk, sniffing the air like a dog with its head hanging out the car window.

Maybe he felt like royalty, being chauffeured from place to place like this. (Or maybe it was the "cat calming" pheromone spray I'd spritzed inside before putting him in there?) I don't know. But now I want to turn into one of those freaks who takes her cat to the park.