September 10th 2011 9:57 am
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began as any day, the only difference being that I had a glittery blue, extremely flattering collar on. I went on the fire escape, drank gross water from a flower pot, sat in some weeds, whined about breakfast, woozled around on the rug, and refused uncategorically to eat my "calming treats". Spell check, btw, says there is no such word as "uncategorically", but there is. HAHAH. Uncle Pita decided it was time to put me in my new carrier. I was almost in, but I wriggled away and escaped to my safety zone under the bed. So he sort of freaked out a little, and Gita said we'll just get her out, but I got out myself, and they caught me and stuck me in and I screamed and yelled and flailed all the way to the airport. Then Gita had to change my DryFur pad, because I expelled some doody. Fortunately, there was a handicapped/changing bathroom with a door that locked so I couldn't run away during this operation. Also, she had to PRY me out of the carrier to take me through security, and that was nerve-wracking, coz it took like FOREVER for our stuff to roll out of the thing, and then I I had to go into the carrier again. Oy vay.
Luckily, Gita's work was sending us FIRST CLASS, so we got to chill in the fancy schmancy lounge a little, not that I didn't stop being pitiful.
Now I yam under the seat on the plane and being very quiet. I yam either finally relaxed or paralyzed with terror. Gita is eating warm mixed nuts.We'll be getting into LA early, though. They say.
Gita is doing something very uncharacteristic, mainly, putting a little Courvoisier in her tea. She says it's my fault.
Later,
Woozle