Hi! My name is Willie or Wills. Mom sometimes calls me Wills after Prince William. She says I have a royal attitude! I think that’s a good thing. Although I am a rescue, I think I am mostly Norwegian Forest Cat. That means that my ancestors were working cats on the ships that sailed from Norway to Maine… they were the mariner mousers! Yesterday was my birthday. I am 14 in cat years, or 73 years in equivalent human years. I guess I better get the app ready for joining AARC. As a special birthday present Mom said I could write a blog today to tell you a little about myself.
I moved to Maine three years ago in January. My first Mom (my current Mom’s Mom) was sick and had to move to a place where she could get lots of care and couldn’t take me. Mom flew down from Maine to visit Mom (this is getting confusing) in Maryland and it was decided that I had to give up my bachelor pad and move to Maine. We gathered up my medical records and a few “happy pills,” an airline approved carrier and a plane ticket. Mom was really mad because my ticket was only $1 less than hers and I didn’t even get my own seat! How fair is that? I didn’t even have luggage!!
We spent a few days practicing in the carrier. Mom thought that serving me meals in a carrier, and throwing my cat nip toys in there would make me happily run into the carrier when it was time to go to the airport. What a dumb bunny Mom is! She doesn’t understand cats at all. We get through life by making our owners feel secure that we will do exactly what they want, and then at the critical moment we surprise them by exerting our independence! It took three people an hour and a half to get me into that carrier. They were yelling things like “we’re going to miss our flight” and “Damn it Willie, get in there!” getting really rough toward the end. Anyway, the best was yet to come…
Mom slid her hand in the zippered opening and dropped in a treat (which was really a pill pocket – I’m no dumb cat). I was so exhausted from playing with them for ninety minutes that I ate it. We left my old apartment and headed for the airport. I think we were speeding to make up time, but I was getting as furry inside my head as I was on the outside of my head, so I didn’t care! We arrived at BWI with enough time to get to the gate but Mom was hustling! We checked in at the counter with our tickets. When they asked for a photo ID Mom provided my vet records with a color picture of me so they knew I was me, and not a terrorist cat. The grumpy lady at the counter just handed it back to Mom and said, “I don’t need this.” As we walked away from the counter, Mom mumbled something about people in Baltimore not having a sense of humor.
We got to the area for TSA security at BWI. Mom and I got in a line with grey bins that went through a machine. Everybody took off their shoes… I think Pepé le Pew was on our flight… I was choking and gagging at the smell! YUCK-E-E-E!!! Mom wasn’t quite sure what to do with my carrier. A TSA agent came over and said, “Ma’am, you’re going to have to take the cat out of the carrier. We can’t x-ray the carrier with the cat in it.” Mom was picturing three people trying to get me in the carrier for ninety minutes and said, “No. I can’t take the cat out of the carrier.” Mr. TSA called over a supervisor. Now, scroll back to the top of the page… is that not the sweetest little face you’ve ever seen? What harm could I do? I’m a cat for Pete’s sake (who’s Pete?). I put my paws up against the mesh on the front of the carrier, “See, bare paws, I took my shoes off… so what’s your problem??”
We were escorted to a little room off to the side. We were left with two female TSA agents. “Ex-cuse-e-e-e Me! I’m a boy!! I demand a male agent!!” Mom took me out of the carrier since we were in a tiny room and I couldn’t get away, ferocious man eating feline that I am. Everyone expected me to start hissing and growling and fighting to get away. My happy pill had taken effect and I just collapsed like a rag doll over Mom’s shoulder.
One of the Ms. TSA agents took the carrier out to x-ray it to be sure I wasn’t hiding a bomb in my cat nip toy and blankie. The other one asked Mom to hold me up and away from her body. She waved a magic wand over me… up one side and down the other. Then, wait till you hear this… then she put the wand down and started to pat me all over. Can you believe this horrendous abuse of power? This woman is just grabbing at my fur and touching my handsome male self without being invited!! I wanted so bad to fight this injustice, but my happy pill just left me hanging there with my head bobbing up and down and my body limp.
Finally, they put me back in my carrier and we were on our way. When we got to my new home in Maine I met Misty the cat and two giant furry things Mom called dogs. I had never met one of them before. Oh well, maybe I can write again and share some more stories… have a pur-r-r-fect day!