I remember driving in the bumping old pickup truck. It was a black new pickup truck and the person driving it was a mean heartless farmer.

I was in a brown box with my eight other newborn siblings. The box was hot. Very hot. It was about the size of a shoebox and it isn't enough room for nine hungry kittens and a mommy cat.

Then the bumps stopped. Our box was lifted and thrown. Water filled the box and I remember no more.