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I moved about 2,200 miles across country, from Michigan to California, driving three and a half days with my dad and three cats in their own separate car carriers. Each day, I'd start the trip with catching the cats and getting them in the carriers. Two were scared enough they didn't put up much of a fight. The third put up a fight every time. Then I spent the next hour of the drive listening to them cry, and trying to calm down the most vocal by putting his carrier on my lap. Each night, I'd set up their food and a disposable litter box and let them out. They never went to the bathroom in their carriers. When we finally got to my new apartment, I opened their carriers in a bedroom and closed the door. I started unloading stuff, came back, and saw two of my cats in the same carrier. Ziggy, who is a very fat cat, managed to squeeze himself into the carrier with Stinky, an elderly, thin cat. They normally hate each other, but I guess they were both so upset and scared they needed some companionship. I guess oil and water mix if they've been agitated for three and a half days.