Do your cats have favorite songs or artists? I have found that my Savannahs tend to have strong preferences in that department. Nimar did not like to travel, he did not like being in the crate or the car. Unfortunately for him, he had to get over it when he became diabetic because his survival was dependent on him being with us at all times. So we got him the biggest crate ever (a large dog crate on wheels), and added a litterbox to it and did the made chase with a blanket to catch him to cram him in the box.
Once we got in the car, he was usually good for an hour of or so of travel (naptime for him, while his people did the hard work of dealing with the idiots on the road). After that time, he would start to throw a tantrum. Sometimes it lasted minutes, sometimes it involved much cage rattling and gnashing of teeth.
That was the case once when I was doing the 2.25hour trek to WV. There was a full-on feline tantrum in the back of the car. I was making me crazy so I turned on the radio. He upped his volume. I upped mine. Then the song finished and the next in queue was Led Zeppelin. Much to my wonderment, he stopped mid-wail and listened.
And continued to listen, to the whole song. He laid down, but was still alert listening. When the song changed again, he started fussing. I grabbed the handy iPhone and loaded up my own Zeppelin collection and he completely chilled out the minute the vocals started. After a few songs he was sleeping peacefully.
This continued to work, without fail, for the next year or so until we lost him. We tried other things and the only thing we found that appeased the beast was the dude on the satellite radio that taught banjo lessons. Go figure. (I also want to note that turning on K-pop would send him into a mad rage, which was fine because I have similar feelings about it.)
I have not yet figured out Princess Siada's music preferences, but I know that Layla loves John Cougar Mellencamp the way Nimar loved Robert Plant. She was throwing an epic tantrum a few weeks ago while being forced to ride in the kitton basket in the car. Bellowing her little lungs out over the awful injustice of it, when on the radio came some of that heartland rock and she became very silent and went from caterwauling-let-me-out-of-this-prison kitty to a BEST DAY EVER little angel. Go figure.
Of course, at this point, I cannot help but get a little wistful, a little sad, when I hear Led Zeppelin. I still miss arguing with my boy about traveling, even though it was complete drama from all ends, because I meant he was still with us. And one particular song will likely still always bring tears to my eyes.
Savannah Caretaker who is honored to do the job.