Rocky (left) and Rex (right) in the back seat of the car.
My car used to be a sleek little sporty number. It's black, it's a convertible and, apparently, goes really fast. (I'm a Sunday driver so I wouldn't know). These days, it's a zoo-on-wheels - covered with white fur.
You see, one of my furry babies (Rocky the cat) gets airsick. So I have no option but to pile everyone into the car when driving from the farm (one hour out of Melbourne) to Sydney