Touring could be a nightmare. The packing, the site visitors, the safety traces, the associated fee — it is fairly superb what we put ourselves by way of simply to get away. However touring with cats is a completely completely different matter, one I’ve handled personally.
In 2016, I moved from California to upstate New York with my two cats, Daisy and Fredo. There was an extended layover between flights, so we had a superb eight hours of journey time over the course of the day. Neither of the cats loved the journey; Daisy howled and thrashed round her service the complete time, whereas Fredo froze in a single spot, refusing to make eye contact with me.