Poor Baldwin. He disliked traveling in his plastic, purple carrier, and he wanted desperately to be out. He felt claustrophobic in his small quarters, so he meowed loudly to protest his confinement, and he clawed the carrier’s door but to no avail. Baldwin’s heart began to beat rapidly; he felt dizzy, then suddenly everything went dark. After that he just seemed to be sleeping.
“Baldwin, Baldwin, wake up!” meowed Gypsy impatiently. Baldwin slowly opened his heavy eyelids when he heard his cousin’s voice. “Oh, I must have dozed off for a minute or two. What are you doing here in Georgia, Gypsy?” Baldwin asked his question in the midst of a big yawn. “You silly cat—you are visiting me in Tennessee!” she replied indignantly. “You fainted again didn’t you?”
Baldwin tried to cleverly deny his self-induced fainting that was a consequence of his fear of traveling. “Shush, Baldwin!” demanded Gypsy. “You mustn’t tell tales. Your human mother brought you into the house from your carrier.”
