so not sure if you all heard but i had the brilliant idea of taking my cat with me to Arizona to visit my sister ms. justice out in AZ. almost all of my family has decided to break normal tradition and spend Christmas at ms. j's new house. well my cat is a lover, def not a fighter, well a lover when he's ready to be loved (like all cats really).
anyways so i think I'm really clever (although very nervous) and decide that ill just slip the little guy a micky (well in the form of children's benadryl which i stupidly entrusted my mom to buy for me and she bought the grape kind which i think added to the whole fiasco I'm about to blog about).
so on the way there i give him the pill in a greenie's pill pocket, basically a cat treat that is suppose to disguise the blasted thing. well he literally chews it once and spits it out. he's totally like "wooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaahhhhhhh that ain't chicken and livers, its grape chicken and livers." he knows from word on the street that grape chicken and livers is the equivalent of a roofie!
what a bastard....but i think some got into his system bc by and large he was sedated as we got to the airport. i had to pull him out of the carrier and walk him through the metal detector with me, which he was ok with. the staff there weren't equally ok. one commented "that's not a cat that's a mountain lion." of course, the cat resented the remark and i kinda thought it was a compliment, i mean mountain lions are pretty bad ass, they will tear your ass up! he had no problem the rest of the way, chilling at the airport bar while my family enjoyed an adult beverage. i mean how many cats can say they've been to a bar!!! (and I'm not talking about eating out of a bar's trashcan!)
anyway despite my paranoia and constant opening and closing of the zipper on the plane to touch and make sure he was still alive (so much so that it prompted my sis to say "stop or you ll break the zipper") he did pretty well.
it was the way back where he really enacted his revenge. he refused to take any of the roofie! even when i tried to force feed it to him, i mean dont get me wrong hes a strong cat, fighting for his life he thinks....man it didn't end pretty for me. i was covered in scratches and more than that i knew i had gotten him worked up which killed me bc i knew he was gonna get even further worked up on the plane. well as soon as i tried to take him out of that carrier, he spread his four paws in the four corners of the carrier and held on for dear life....when i did finally get him out, i literally looked like one of those cartoons that has the cat attached to her head! he was not happy! and to make matters worse the damn security guards were sooo witty, "so did you sedate that thing?" wtf do you think I'm wearing the fucker like a hat!! i mean isn't it obviously that we are both pretty stressed and could do without the overtly snide comments...
well he got on the plane and got home and then went promptly to my parents bed and fell asleep for a few hours, jet lag or whatever you call it in the cat world. i don't think he'll be traveling for awhile...but who knows he might have already booked an int'l flight!
anyways so i think I'm really clever (although very nervous) and decide that ill just slip the little guy a micky (well in the form of children's benadryl which i stupidly entrusted my mom to buy for me and she bought the grape kind which i think added to the whole fiasco I'm about to blog about).
so on the way there i give him the pill in a greenie's pill pocket, basically a cat treat that is suppose to disguise the blasted thing. well he literally chews it once and spits it out. he's totally like "wooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaahhhhhhh that ain't chicken and livers, its grape chicken and livers." he knows from word on the street that grape chicken and livers is the equivalent of a roofie!
what a bastard....but i think some got into his system bc by and large he was sedated as we got to the airport. i had to pull him out of the carrier and walk him through the metal detector with me, which he was ok with. the staff there weren't equally ok. one commented "that's not a cat that's a mountain lion." of course, the cat resented the remark and i kinda thought it was a compliment, i mean mountain lions are pretty bad ass, they will tear your ass up! he had no problem the rest of the way, chilling at the airport bar while my family enjoyed an adult beverage. i mean how many cats can say they've been to a bar!!! (and I'm not talking about eating out of a bar's trashcan!)
anyway despite my paranoia and constant opening and closing of the zipper on the plane to touch and make sure he was still alive (so much so that it prompted my sis to say "stop or you ll break the zipper") he did pretty well.
it was the way back where he really enacted his revenge. he refused to take any of the roofie! even when i tried to force feed it to him, i mean dont get me wrong hes a strong cat, fighting for his life he thinks....man it didn't end pretty for me. i was covered in scratches and more than that i knew i had gotten him worked up which killed me bc i knew he was gonna get even further worked up on the plane. well as soon as i tried to take him out of that carrier, he spread his four paws in the four corners of the carrier and held on for dear life....when i did finally get him out, i literally looked like one of those cartoons that has the cat attached to her head! he was not happy! and to make matters worse the damn security guards were sooo witty, "so did you sedate that thing?" wtf do you think I'm wearing the fucker like a hat!! i mean isn't it obviously that we are both pretty stressed and could do without the overtly snide comments...
well he got on the plane and got home and then went promptly to my parents bed and fell asleep for a few hours, jet lag or whatever you call it in the cat world. i don't think he'll be traveling for awhile...but who knows he might have already booked an int'l flight!
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