Ive been back home in Norway now few days. Im using a Norwegian computer so excuse the mistakes. Life has been great and Stoner, the kitty of mine, is just fine. As far as travelling With Stoner, it was a bit upseting because he meowed and cried most of the time despite being on kitty … Continue reading Flying With a Kitty: The Final Destination
With anxiety problems, comes the little thoughts poking their way out of my head such as "What if the plane falls out of the sky?" or "What if planes collide?" or "What if Stoner dies?" I got my kitty, Stoner, medicine to remain calm on the plane but there will still be nervous crazy cat … Continue reading Travel Jitters with a Kitty: Preparing to Fly with a Cat Pt 2
If you saw my last post you can understand how frantic I am becoming and how I am REALLY trying to make Stoner's flight happen, be safe and keep him calm. I'm more worried about him than I am for myself. Did I mention I'm flying alone? Yeah. This whole thing is going to be … Continue reading Starting to Prepare to Fly with a Cat Pt 1
Thank you, Norwegian Coffee for making me feel like I drank Starbucks mixed with Speed. To be a real Norwegian, you must drink coffee all the freakin time, all hours of the day and take it black. Strongest coffee, besides Hawaiian Kona coffee, that I've ever had. Kona coffee made me think … Continue reading Thank You Note 5
Despite airport security thinking my insulin pump was a bomb in Chicago, not being able to bring my black cat with due to a bunch of bullshit papers, and being tired out of my mind- we are safe in Norway. As for my black kitty, Stoner, my fears happened AGAIN. He did not have what … Continue reading First Days in Norway: Part I
Stoner is staying with me. He is my black cat furbaby and my eldest. As a baby, he lived with over 100 cats before being rescued from the hoarder. I suspect from his behavior that he ate human food. He absolutely loves chicken and will dig through the garbage to get at chicken bones. Stoner … Continue reading Stoner the Cat
She was tiny then. Owly had bearly anything to her but fluffy long hair and a gentle nature. She had been found as a kitten in Chicago by herself with no mom. The cat shelter owner, my sister in law, was concerned that she wouldn't be adoptable because she was so shy of humans. My … Continue reading Deal-breaker.