Scaredy Cat

I guess it’s safe to say…I will never be a world traveler. This is how we looked upon arrival at Montevideo, Uruguay last week.

While I ride the heap of cages, I must admit, I am a scaredy cat.  

I am normally the most relaxed cat in the world. I am “Morris” resurrected. But this entire experience of flying and flipping hemispheres has given me challenges that will take time to heal. I’m spooked all the time. My normal green peridot eyes are just plain dark now with angst. The sounds are foreign to me, and I’m constantly on edge. Not even Tannat wine will help resolve these new issues I’m facing.

Our food was confiscated upon arrival. Bummer. It was a good Southern States variety filled with tuna. I really cannot understand why. It was a new unopened bag of dry cat food. If the humans can carry dried fruit in their luggage, why can’t I have my dried food? It really was a disappointment for the female handler (f.h.) who actually carried the carry-on bag containing the 20lb bag of food and emergency cat litter. If she had known, she could have avoided some heavy lifting of this suitcase.

The entire International Health Certificate document review at the airport by the Uruguay Agricultural Departument took….less than 10 minutes. The entire process of getting those documents ready in North Carolina took over 3 months. I’m glad it was quick. I was ready for the experience to be over.

But alas, it wasn’t over…