So, everyone, please welcome Agent Thunderpuff to the Alcorn-Lawlis household! He’s 10(ish) weeks old and is a bundle of energy.
We met each other over the weekend at his foster mom’s apartment.
I have flown many times, but never with a pet. I think I was more nervous than he was!
Despite his rambunctious personality, he was a complete angel. Not even a squirm or mew of protest through security and boarding.
However, he wasn’t pleased about being put under the seat in front of me. He protested till I defied aircraft safety regulations and put him on my lap instead. The flight attendant was kind enough to look the other way.
He protested a little more and for ten minutes I was afraid I should have given him the tiny diazepam pill his vet supplied that I was too chicken to use. But, finally, I realized he didn’t want out of the carrier, he just wanted to hold my hand! As soon as I stuck it into the carrier with him he used it as a pillow and dozed through the rest of the flight!
Trish met us at the airport and (saint that she is) let us go relax in the car while she collected my bag.
Once we got home, he settled right in.
The next morning, I was informed breakfast needs to be served promptly at dawn.
Sleeping with a kitten is kind of like sleeping with Sonic the Hedgehog if he had razor blades strapped to his back. Anything not under the covers is considered a chew toy… #Parenthood?
He spent the rest of his first day as a Chicago cat exploring his new room, murdering his feather teaser, and getting lessons from Trish about how to be a shoulder cat.