Yesterday morning we took loaded Cinder and Rosie into their travel crates
and took them to TED to be boarded while we are out of town.  Cinder will
have her teeth cleaned Tuesday morning.
As the kennel gal held one cat in crate in each hand, I bent down and told
Rosie I was sorry we had to leave her and that she would be O.K. and to be a
good girl.
Then I said the same to Cinder, who promptly said what sounded exactly like,
"no."
Everyone in the waiting room cracked up.
Annie, dreading Cinder's revenge