Thanksgiving...?

My dad decided that it would be a good idea to go to Ocean Shores for Thankgiving. To see his side of the family and all. Normally, when there isn't a ton of snow, it takes about three and a half or four hours to drive there. This time, it took NINE HOURS. Nine. Why we went is beyone me. When we got back home from Ocean Shores, we found out that Butch (big fluffy boy cat) had come to the conclusion that everything in my room was his and he must mark it so. Which he did. Needless to say, my room wreeked.