Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for October 10, 2012

well it looks like you own one now.

There’s always a cat in va-cat-ion.

How did it become “the cat”, then?If you don’t own one, it’s a cat. And where’s its body?

C’mon Pam. You’re on vacation. Where’s the bikini?

you don’t pack a cat, it packs itself.

No one owns a cat.

Well now she has one—and its name is Schrodinger. Maybe her son brought some homework with him?

The cat’s out of the bag.

Pam needs a vacation.

I always pack my cats…

Pam, you do not understand. The cat owns you now.

Hey, it happens:http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2012/09/mistaken-stowaway-cat-survives-10-hour-journey-in-suitcase/

A Catastrophe. Get rid of the whole kit and caboodle.

8000 BC, the first human farmers created a never-seen-before phenomenon: large piles of grain. Mice, voles and rats gathered in unprecedented concentrations. Seeing this, some of the more brave individuals of the local African wildcat species moved in. Never left.

Pam is feline a bit stressed right now.

I didn’t even know Pam had kids let alone a cat

Reminds me of packing for a move. At the early stages of the planning, I use the opportunity to purge items that I no longer need, pack things strategically, label each box, etc. Toward the end, the need to complete the task becomes so dire that items get tossed in boxes willy-nilly. The end result is that I’ve gotten to the new home, begun unpacking, and found a box filled with actual trash.

Is it really a vacation when you’re traveling with children?

Congratulations, Pam! You have been adopted by a cat. I should know. One day a beautiful black/grey tabby came into my life and never left.She’s is one fantastic mouser!

At least it’s not a tribble….

She going to need a rest after this vacation(?)

I’ve heard of a pack rat – but not a pack cat.

Next:Pack A Pony!

…you do now! :D