If you read Part 1 and Part 2 of this story then you will already know that Tio is my adopted cat, and today is, well, our 10th anniversary. Other than my parents, this is the longest I have ever lived with anyone.
Puking and Flying. Not a Great Combo
Moving My Cats from Vancouver to Sweden has a lot of useful information and a bit of a story about preparing for the move to Sweden, so I won’t repeat it.
As I pointed out in the first post, Tio is a puker. And when you start preparing for a long haul flight, and you learn that he gets serious motion sickness too, then you can only imagine how anxious I was about my decision to pack him up and move to Sweden.
I had no qualms about Desoto, who is the coolest cat on the planet, except for Smokey, who is the coolest underground cat.
The good thing is that I had moved overseas once before with an equally nervous cat, flying from England to Vancouver in 1991. I knew that they eventually forgive you and they do clean themselves very quickly upon arrival at the final destination.
Carrying on at the Airport
I have the best girlfriends in the world. To protect their privacy, they are blurred in this photo, but that is me standing and the boys are all packed to go, waiting to be checked in at YVR.
Super Friends Stopped by Evil Security
The bottom carrier, the green one, was purchased the day we left. My stupidity led me to think that the carrier I used in ’91 would still be ok in 2009. You can imagine. I am super prepared, all the paperwork done, all the moving completed, my car sold THAT DAY, but as I am checking in I am told the carrier was not up to snuff.
ARRRRGGH. Thankfully I was able to call a dear friend Paula who went to Tisol and bought another carrier. When she arrived at the airport carrying an empty kennel…security stopped her and asked what she was doing carrying an empty carrier. In these days of hyperparanoia, it was good that the Canadian good will allowed her to deliver the new carrier to me. And then my other dear friend Cathy bought my old one from me and gave the money to the first friend! Saved! And bagged and tagged.
I always wondered what happened to my friends as they left with an empty carrier…did security worry about escaped cats?
Flight of Fancy
I see that I am approaching 500 words again. Looks like the Tio story is a lot longer than I anticipated. We have not even arrived in Sweden yet. I also know that my attention span for most blogs peaks at 500 words, so you will just have to wait for additional posts about Tio in the future. The rest is a photo dedication to my life with Tio.