The Saga of TBH part 1

The saga of the TBH (the bus from hell).

I said to Lee last January, “Lee, when was the last time your folks went back to Michigan?”

“Well I think it’s been about four years now,” he said.
I cogitated for a few minutes, “How old are they going to be this year?”
Lee gave me a, duh, can’t you do the math look and said, “They’re going to be 90.”
“I betcha they’d like to go back for a visit.” Little did I know what kind of Pandora’s box I was opening.
“That sounds like a good idea.” Lee agreed. He ran in to ask Mom and Dad if they’d like to go to Michigan this summer and found out that Dad’s family holds a family reunion every August in Wisconsin and yes it would be nice to go back and see those relatives and Mom’s in Michigan

“Hey maybe we could rent an RV and take the cats along.” I suggested.
“I don’t know, I think RVs are going to be too expensive, and I don’t think we should take the cats.”
“But look, we could put them on a leash and train them to a litter box!” I pointed out this website which I'd found when I Googled "How to walk your cat on a leash".

(This isn't really our Sylvester)
You could train your cat to use the toilet too, but that was even too weird for me.

We got collars for the cats, but Snickers got out of her 3 times the first night we put it on her and then she lost it. Sylvester of course was a complete gentleman and kept his collar on. Both of the cats learned what a litter box was and Snicker likes it so much that she comes in from outside to use it!