Walking through the airport you could tell that people felt sorry for us. We were already weary from the wailing, but little did we know what was to come while onboard the airplane. Were we traveling with an infant or small child you ask? Oh no. We were flying with our cat, Minky.
I imagine what we went through is how most parents of young children feel when traveling by air.
– Other passengers looked at us with pity
– Flight attendants gave a reserved smile while thinking “better you than me”
– My bag was packed with all sorts of things just in case there was an “accident”
– I was projectile vomited on
Minky had no idea what was in store for him the day we moved to California from Virginia. Let’s just say it didn’t go well…I am just thankful that when Minky launched out of the seat and attached himself with his claws to the seat in front of him that he did not scratch the head of the passenger in front of us. It’s the little things, right?
We of course did make it to California, but flying with a cat cross country again is not on the top of my list of things to do. Or Minky’s.