So after what seemed like an interminably long car ride, I was transferred to another vehicle, occupied by a couple of other people. Mama C and the others chatted on the way to wherever we were going, while I continued to cry.
After another long ride we arrived at a strange and chaotic place, with people rushing around in all directions, suitcases in tow, and voices booming from the ceiling. I could smell the stress! Mama C had placed my carrier atop her suitcase and wheeled me up to a counter, where we checked in for our so-called flight. Up until then, my definition of flight had been leaping from the kitchen countertop, so I was in for quite the shock when I learned what was ahead!
But first Mama C was hoping to feed and hydrate me, so she slipped into a family bathroom. Hey, I’m family, right? My first impression of this bathroom was that humans are filthy creatures!
Mama C tried desperately to coax me out so I could drink some water from the cute little travel bowl she had bought just for this trip. It had been clipped to my carrier, making me look like a seasoned traveler, though I’m sure I was fooling no one. But I wasn’t about to get out, at least not in that room!
Shortly before we were to board our plane, Mama C took me to a different family bathroom, and this time I was ready to venture out and maybe get some water — on my own terms, of course.
Stay tuned for Part 3 …
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