Bandit the Cat's couch-peeing proclivities bought her a ticket home. Janet was no longer interested in taking her in.
A grumpy Bandit waits for boarding.
When you carry a pet in an airport, you seem to attract lots of friendly attention. Cute girls were smiling at me, lady airline clerks were flirting with me, and some guy who just saw the pet carrier in my hand said, "Hey buddy, what kind of dog is that?"
"The kind that goes meow".
When we arrived I saw Bandit rolling down the conveyor belt out of the bin. Worried about tales of midair decompression or heatstroke (we had sat for a while on the tarmac in Atlanta), I was gratified to see her moving around. Then I saw the ramp workers, who work around jet engines all day and wear hearing protectors, shaking their heads and laughing; it was obvious they could hear Bandit's angry shrieking even over the idling turbofans of a 737!
Back home in Buffalo. Note the difference in the sky.
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