Thursday, July 16, 2009
June 30, 2009 – Packing to move commences. Meez was obviously excited for the move (see: left), he insisted on coming with us from Thailand, and naturally we agreed.
Our 48 hours of hell:
July 3, 2009:
3:00 a.m. – Meez is asleep in his kennel on the foot of the bed, his standard activity. The front door is closed and he wakes up at the first movement, meows quietly, but hears my voice reassuring him and sits nicely. We get in the taxi, Meez looks excited, pupils dilated. He is trying to see everything out the windows, turning around and around in his kennel. After a few minutes he sits again and waits. Meanwhile, I am suffering the most terrifying cab ride of my life. The driver is half asleep, the taxi is rickety, everything is rattling and it has trouble traveling highway speeds. The lights barely work, and the expressway to the airport is under construction, but not well marked. The only other vehicles on the highway are huge dump trucks with no tail lights. Then it starts to rain: the windshield wipers barely work and I’m convinced my time has come. If I had a God, I would’ve started praying about now.
3:40 a.m. – Against all odds, we arrive safely at the Suvarnabhumi International Airport just outside of Bangkok. We load the Meez atop our [many] suitcases on the luggage cart and proceed to the Northwest Airlines counter. I am nervous for him. To put an outdoor cat into a kennel for 25+ hours of flying seems cruel, but leaving him behind is obviously not an option, so I swallow my nerves and present our passports for check in. Things are going smoothly. the lady behind the counter even offers to change our seats around to put Matt and I together, as well as put us at the back of the plane so that Meez’s slightly-too-tall kennel can go behind the seat against the bulkhead. Lovely. They don’t even charge us overage on our ridiculously heavy and giant suitcases. Perfect. This is where things get stressful. This is the watered-down version of our exchange with Northwest Airlines.
NWA Employee: “So I’ll need to see your export license for the cat.”
Jacquie: “Oh, Canada doesn’t require that license, so I just have this vaccination certificate.”
NWA Employee: “But you’re traveling through Japan, which requires additional documentation.”
Jacquie: “But we’re not even leaving the airport, we’re only there for 90 minutes.”
NWA: “Doesn’t matter, without that paperwork, we can’t let you fly today.”
NWA: “It’s ok, get a hotel, then go to the animal quarantine office and get the paperwork today and we’ll fly you out tomorrow morning on the same schedule at no extra charge.”
Ok, well it seems like we don’t have a choice, and luck would have it that I still have a free hotel stay on my Accor member card. We’ve been waiting months to get out of Thailand, what’s one more day?
5:00 a.m. - We use up my free stay at the very clean, comfortable and classy Airport Novotel (not sarcastic, one of the nicest hotels I’ve ever been in). I’m feeling a little guilty about the cat having to spend 24 extra hours in his kennel downstairs in the security office, but I visit him every few hours and take him outside.
9:00 a.m. – I remove the Meez from his kennel and go for another taxi ride. I obtain the paperwork, all the people in the office are loving the Meez/Jacquie duo:
”He’s so cute and well behaved. I can’t believe you don’t keep him in his kennel.”
”You two look alike, so nice.”
”What a great kitty.” etc etc etc.
I know, people. Why the hell do you think I’m hauling him across the earth?
12:00 p.m. – Back at the hotel, I’m calming down and ready to sleep a bit, but then the airline calls. Long story short, I fight with them for a few hours because due to the July 4 weekend in the USA, no flights are leaving from Minneapolis to Saskatoon until July 6. NWA refuses to pay for a hotel room for us for two days and Matt’s dad can’t be talked into driving 14 hours to hang out for a while. I’m also wondering what we’re going to do with a cat for 2 days, because he certainly can’t stay in the kennel. I fight a little more, demand I be delivered to Saskatoon that day and they better make it happen.
July 4 – 3:30 a.m. - After some harsh words and a lot of phone calls, our flights have been fixed: they reroute us as far as Calgary, and my parents come to pick us up and drive us back to Saskatoon that night. We arrived home safely, none of our luggage was lost and things are fine.
Meez turned out to be a wonderful traveler and despite the fact that he spent two full days in his kennel being in and out of hotels, airplanes, airports and taxis, he still loves it in there (see: left) and sleeps in it every night after he tires of laying on my sweater cushions (boobs).
Now that we’re home, the run-in with NWA is a distant memory, but I will never fly with them again. It was especially frustrating because I did my job. I called NWA a month ahead and asked about what I needed. I emailed the Canadian embassy to ask about paperwork and I asked two different vets what we needed. None of this was mentioned. There was no way I could’ve avoided this situation, no matter how hard I tried. And try I did, I covered all my information bases...
Meez has found his favourite spot to sit in my parents’ house (below left) and he’s got about 50x more energy in this cool weather. His fur is soft and clean and he’s excited to be alive (below right).
Of course, my luck ran out again, and this was all too good to be true. He’s adjusting very well, but he’s making strange howling noises in his litterbox lately. It sounds painful. There’s no blood in his stool, but he really sounds like he’s in pain when he’s in there doing his thing. He’s not constipated, but a treat disappeared off of the countertop this week and we can’t even find the plastic wrap. So I’m wondering if he’s got that as a blockage and it’s causing him pain during bowel movements. I’ve added some flaxseed oil to his food, and I’m going to be switching him back to a mixture of soft and hard food this week, see if that gets things moving for him. If there’s still a bit of howling, I’ve read to add pumpkin to his food, so I’ll give that a try as well. He might just be lacking fibre and it’s making his stools a bit too hard, thus causing the pain.
I’m going to give him a week to try and straighten him out. If the howling doesn’t stop, a vet visit might be in order. He needs to be neutered anyway, I guess. To quote a beautiful lady, he’s been rape meowing all over the place every day. Misses his Thai bitches, I guess. We’ll be moving him to a new place on July 25, and after that he should have some stability. What a trip, I hope that cat knows what we went through to get him here. I regret nothing.
Monday, July 6, 2009
well welcome back. i'll give you a few days to bask in the happy glow of being in a country with english as a first language and where the sloppy socially inept idiots have to marry other sloppy socially inept idiots and not semi-attractive thai women before i expect you to be scorning all that lives and kicking ass again
see, problem is now whenever you want to really spite something, part of your brain is going to think "at least it's not thailand" and it's really going to take the edge off your hate
I may have accidentally become a happier and more tolerant person
I’m home!!! Meez loves it and was an excellent traveler. Could not be happier about the decision to bring him. Although flying with Northwest left something to be desired. That airline should be avoided at all costs.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Even though I laughed at what was said on Redeye, because I do have a sense of humour and it wasn’t all that mean-spirited if you have ever seen the show before, the part about this clip that I love is how it’s described as Canada being “outraged”. The responses that the news ladies read from the viewers are so polite and well worded that it just makes me so happy to be Canadian. Even when we’re “outraged” we manage to string a coherent thought together. No death threats were uttered, no racial slurs were used, and no one resorted to name calling or bigotry and intolerance. I can’t wait to get home tomorrow. If you don’t see the big deal with how the situation was handled, I’ve included another video just to contrast, this is what happens when Fox”News” gets angry:
Bill O’Reilly should be put in a home.