Taking a road trip in a Datsun 210 packed with four people, two cats, one mummy-like-bandage-wrapped dog, plus all the personal belongings needed for vacation is an extreme sport. The kids did their part to make things festive with a symphony of complaints. “Tell Peter not to touch me!” “Bethany is LOOKING at me!” And the classic, “Are we there yet?”—as if we were driving cross-country instead of just three hours to Camp Singley. But things didn’t hit full catastrophe mode until the cats busted out of their flimsy cardboard carriers like feline Houdinis. They then spent the [READ MORE]