Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?
Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 6th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on December 6, 2010 in my now defunct blog.
Never Fly With a Cat
There are some adventures that you just have to experience for yourself. One such adventure is flying cross-country on an airplane with a cat. Sure, there are a few websites that suggested it’s a bad idea to fly with a cat. And just about everyone raised their eyebrows when my wife and I told them we were going to be flying from Boston to San Francisco with our beloved pet cat. But seriously, how bad could it possibly be?
The simple answer is that flying with a cat is worse than you can ever imagine. Have you ever seen a cat panting like a dog? How about drooling some sort of clear, mucous-like substance from his mouth? Or throwing up all over the inside of his Sherpa travel carrier at 38,000 feet? Gross!
What a disaster that flight was for our poor kitty. I’ve never seen so miserable and frightened an animal in my entire life. It was an awful trip for him and not so pleasant for us. Throughout the flight we were trying our best to comfort and reassure him while struggling to keep him inside his carrier from which he desperately wanted to escape.
At one point during the flight my wife had him sitting on her lap while I put a fresh “pee pee” pad inside the carrier, but one of the flight attendants told her that the cat had to be back in the carrier. “Sorry,” he said. “FAA regulations.” So I finished my clean up job and we put him into the carrier, and it was right about at that time that he chose to toss his cookies. Timing is everything.
Later we were petting and comforting him while making sure he was still mostly inside the carrier (his head was peeking out) when a nasty flight attendant told us the carrier had to be fully zipped. What a friggin’ bitch! We zipped him in for a minute or two until she went to the back of the plane and the cat started crying. Then we then unzipped the top of the carrier and resumed petting and, as best we could, comforting him. My wife was holding his head and stroking him through much of the flight, while I was cleaning up the mucous-like substance that was pretty much constantly drooling from his mouth.
Although he was a very unhappy kitty for most of the journey, in the end he managed to survive the traumatic flight from the east coast to the west coast. As did we.
He is now adjusting to his significantly downsized living space in San Francisco and he seems to be doing fine. As are we.