Hello! I, Nicholas, have highjacked the blog to tell the story of my trip here. (This is what happens when a computer is left unattended while still logged in! I believe Abbie Syrek knows something of this!)
I will begin my tale with the dreaded sight of luggage. Luggage is not a good sign and a cat carrier is even worse. I was nervous for days about these interlopers into our lives. As I knew it would be, I was bundled into the cat carrier one unsuspecting morning. The "feel good" spray on the carrier did not convince me this would be a calm trip. Instead it agitated me more because I knew something was different. I made my feelings known in the car ride to no avail. Really, while I love them, they just do not listen to me!
When the car stopped we were not at the vets nor at home. This strange building was very odd. The revolving doors seemed to cause much chaos with the 6 bags of luggage and myself. I tried to help by rolling around in the carrier seeming to want to move it of my own accord, but I was silenced brutally. There were the occasional admirer, but their offerings of kitty! kitty! cute kitty! did not appease me. Really, I am far above such paltry praise as was given me.
Once my paperwork was approved (really! as if anyone could doubt that I was worthy of travel to anywhere I wish! I tried not to be too offended by this.) we made our way to a gate of some kind. Would that I could be more eloquent in the description, but I have never seen the like and have no way of explaining it to you. I was resigned to my fate in the carrier when suddenly I was removed. My humiliating harness and leash for all to see. My embarrassment was acute and I was happy to be again in the carrier once Mark and I were through the strange doorway. Lynnette seemed to have trouble with the three computers that had to be put back in their bags (they are not nearly as helpful as I) and she seemed to be under some suspicion as her bags had to be checked thoroughly by a blue handed lady. Somehow we made it through and were able to sit in another room. So much sitting was done on this trip that I am almost tired of it. Luckily the absorbent pad placed in my carrier was able to catch my nervous eliminations and it was promptly removed. Again I had tried to explain to them my needs, but we are limited in our communication due to their absurd reliance on a single language.
There was a commotion again and we were moving. The small tube we were loaded into was comfortable and cozy (I like close accommodations) and felt safe there. A lovely conversation was held with the small tube we were in. My humans seemed to think I was talking to them, they could not recognize the language we exchanged. The visit was cut short and again we were moved to a different building to walk quite a distance. I was carried, but I would have helped if I had been allowed. Again we were in a line leading to that strange doorway. I sensed concern from Mark and Lynnette. Again the computers were removed their carrier as I was from mine. This time both came under suspicion! Mark for something around his waste and Lynnette set off some alarm. Mark was able to get through, but something was wrong in his bag. Lynnette was petted by another blue handed lady, though she did not purr as would be expected with such courteous behavior (I have tried to teach them both politeness and expectation with no success). When all seemed success, we were stopped again. Apparently there was concern over the weight of one of the pieces of luggage. This one held my food and litter, so clearly a most important cargo, and yet was removed to another part of the plane. Alas, Mark and Lynnette thought their computers and other materials more important. It seemed that they finally were approved to move on to another tube. A much larger tube though my accommodations under a seat were still snug and protected.
After a brief cleaning of may carrier (if they had just allowed me more notice of the trip I would have used the box before we left), I was left alone to have a wonderful conversation with the tube. I slept some, though to be truthful the tube just wanted to keep talking with all the hums, beeps, purrs, etc, but sometimes you just have to tune out a noisy travel companion and drift off. There was some light refreshment, but as I was unsure of the length of the confinement I only had a few sips of water and one or two pieces of food.
Before I knew it, we were leaving the tube and again in line for the strange doorway (why that doorway is in so many places I have no idea!). Once again, myself and the computers were let out of their carriers. Luckily Mark and Lynnette finally were able to placate those in charge of the strange doorway and we were allowed to pass untroubled. By now I knew the drill! We sat, walked, rode in a vehicle bigger than a car (they stayed standing...quite strange!), then sat in another tube. Having no interest in another conversation, I fell asleep. Rudely awakened, I was carried to another building. The luggage with my food and litter was recovered...oh and the bags Mark and Lynnette had were also there. We were conveyed to a line and a man shooed us away. Mark tried to say something about me and yet they were not concerned and waved us through. I am not surprised as any country is lucky to have me within its confines.
I was placed in a car with Mark, Lynnette, and a gentleman whom I do not know. The driver of the vehicle was worse than any I have been with before and I was happy to be stopped. Hopeful of a home, I got a small room (though it did have big windows). I was pleased with the reception of the people at this room. They were kind, carried me upstairs, and we held a great conversation as I am fluent in Bulgarian. We were in the small room for two days and now I am in my home. We have not moved again, so this must be my home. I have wide window sills to sit on and the view is amazing. I am concerned by the rooms out of doors. They interest me to some degree, but I am not quite sure I wish to know them better.
I have written at length and I can hear a key in the door so I must quit you now. Thank you for your kind attention,
Yours
Nicholas
I am a wimp. America and all of the regulations that govern what products can and can not do has made me weak. I am simply not used to evil appliances working to do me harm.
