Mosby, specifically. He has an upper respiratory infection, so he's got the throne of the caravan, in my back seat. The other 28 are in the cargo van... the more feral of the 60 Feral Cats of Oakton. The ones that didn't get caught the first go round. 7 hours so far, and I've only suffered one bite, when somebody decided to remind me she was wild. Now, the easy part. Driving and depositing them at their new spacious home, where 30 of their other friends are already settling in.