Please excuse Seal's unladylike posture and glowing demon eyes in this picture.Reunited, and it feels so good!
The cat arrived – alive – and that’s all I care about. She was not happy. When they handed me the crate she was totally silent. I think she had, after nine hours, just resigned herself to the fact that she was in a small plastic box in a dark bumpy place ...forever. But as soon as I said her name, and looked through the grated door, she began angrily chirping back at me ….and all was right in the world.
She did arrive with a bloody nose – all beat up from god knows what – trying to escape? Turbulence? I can’t bear to think about it too hard. She was safe and back home with us, so that’s what mattered. We brought her home and the dog went nuts. She was even happy to see him – evident in her willingness to endure the sloppy, full-on lick fest he offered up. There will have to be another life-threatening experience for the cat before we see that again.
So, the cat has been shipped and we all arrived in one piece. Now, we wait on our lives to arrive in boxes on trucks as we clank plastic spoons on paper plates and put our feet up on cardboard coffee tables.
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