Moving is stressful for a lot of reasons. My main reason being that EVERYTHING stresses me out. However, the move I have in front of me is SERIOUSLY stressing me out due to one main factor which I have never dealt with before.
Cat. Travel.
You know when you get on an airplane and the lady with the screaming baby sits down right behind you? I'M GOING TO BE THAT BABY LADY. Except my furry cat friend could yowl the dirty diapers off any bald baby friend. She yowls at me if she doesn't have enough food. She yowls if she doesn't have enough water. She yowls if I take too long to pee. She yowls if I miss a spot with my Swiffer Wet Jet. She yowls if I USE my Swiffer Wet Jet!
BITCH. YOWLS.
I can't even imagine how she's going to be on an airplane. And I know I'm going to be sitting next to the morbidly obesist, grouchiest, cat allergiest, serial killiest, child pornographist dude on the entire plane! He'll punch out the window and shove me and my cat through it! We'll have to hang out on the wing with that freak from the Twilight Zone. And I bet he's allergic to cats too!
Pros about travelling with my cat?
She's not Mel Gibson.
That's pretty much all I got. But at this point, I figure it can go two ways. Either we'll make it work, or, as Gordon Ramsay says, "YOU FUCKING DONKEY!" which doesn't describe how cat traveling will go, but that's what the giant serial killing child pornographer will be yelling right before I have a tea party with the airplane wing yeti.
Cats, man.
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