How to scare your co-dependants to death

During our last visit to the Vet, our mom and dad decided that instead of locking us all into our cat carriers, they would put up a kennel gate between the front and back seats of dad's crew cab truck. They thought being able to move around and lay down where we wanted would make things less stressful on us. Smudge loves it. This way, he finds a small hollow and curls up quietly for the trip after voicing his initial displeasure for a couple of minutes. Magoo sits behind Dad and caterwauls for the entire trip at the top of his lungs. I like to check out everything and look out every window, climb on the kennel gate and bat my dad through the rungs. One thing my dad did not factor on was that I would figure out how to roll down the window with the power window switch. So here we are going down the freeway at 100 kph (60 m.p.h), when the window in front of me starts rolling down. My Mom screams. My dad says some very bad words (two bars of soap bad) and frantically tries to lock the windows. He then mistakenly pushes the window switch down instead of up (GM changed their window switches this model year). So here we are blasting down the freeway, the window is three-quarters of the way down, the wind is blowing through my fur, Mom and Dad are screaming, and Magoo is coming over to investigate. Dad finally rolls up the window and makes a comment that his heart will restart sooner or later. And that is how you scare your co-dependants to death.

Bella.