It's a big drama every time we go on vacation, we have to dope Fister to get him into the transport box. He's determined not to go in!!

The very first time, he went to a cat pension an hour away, the owner was a vet and had very nice surroundings, it was in the country and he could go in and out as he pleased. It was december 1998 - and the very day we had the famous storm (poor Fister!).

Anyway, when we came back - after being grumpy for a while - he was very curious to check out our suitcases and here's a picture to show it.