The kitten is still here. Dad has named her Miko. I think that means that he plans to keep her. I still hate her, although I don’t growl or hiss at her as much as I had. She doesn’t seem to care. She wears me out just watching her. She has the Zoomies for hours on end. Our house has a long hallway with the living room in the front and the family room at the other end. She likes to race from the front door to Dad’s chair in the family room, turn around and race back again. Missy likes to bark at her when Miko runs past, but she rarely even slows down. I can just picture what it will be like on our trip. The van has a hallway but it really isn’t designed for her to race around. I have no idea how Mom can wear that silly cat out so we can all sleep at night. I really don’t think Mom and Dad thought this through.