The next few posts are going to be about our cats and moving them halfway across the world. They went from Seattle to New York (in the cabin), stayed in NYC for a few days, then flew to Johannesburg, South Africa in cargo. In cargo!
But, before we get the story of their flights and how went about the permits and tickets, let me briefly introduce the three purr monsters.
Ladies first, of course! This is Ella. AKA Miss Ella, Ella Bo Bella:
She is a rescue kitty. Natasha (before me met) already had Oliver. Her vet recommended that she get another cat so that they could keep each other company. She was a teacher at the time and the vet worried that, as a house cat, Oliver would become difficult and potentially mean if he was left alone for long periods of time.
Little Ella had a skin condition; she wasn’t allowed to be adopted until it cleared up so she was already 6months old when Natasha adopted her.
She is our cat of routines. Every morning she screams and cries until I get out of bed. She starts early, around 5am. The second I am out, she curls up next to Natasha and sleeps in the crook of her arm. If I don’t get up, she pouts.
At night, she does the opposite. Anywhere from 9 to 10pm she looks for me and screams for me to go to bed. I have to lie flat on my back and she curls up on my chest and purrs for about half an hour before she is satisfied.
She has a whole bunch of quirks like this. She is a cat of rituals.
Mr. Oliver the love muffin:
Oliver was found in a box in a field; he was with all his siblings. The family that found them got them ready to adopt and put an ad on Craigslist. When Natasha got there he was the only one left!
This cat loves nothing more than kisses and attention. He will sit in my lap for hours while I work on the computer, only to get up and curl up with Natasha wherever she is. If you want a cat to pet, just call Oliver and he will come running…
Yes, he is a polydactyl cat. It looks like he has mittens on. He uses his “thumb” to grip toys, pick up things, and he drinks his water out of his paw.
He is honestly the sweetest cat.
Toby the striped menace:
And this little shit is my cat. He was given to me when he was a kitten. We moved him from Alamosa, CO to Seattle, WA to be with Natasha and her cats.
He is always an arm length away, just close to enough to be with you but not quite close enough to pet. He runs around the house caterwauling, hides in things, knocks things over, gets into things, and generally raises hell. Unless he’s napping, which he does a lot.
Yes, they get along!
We get asked sometimes. They are best friends. Sure, there is an occasional fight (never anything serious though). Ella grooms the boys (too much actually, which is what causes the fights), Toby and Oliver roughhouse all the time, and they always seem to be in the same room. You can often find them curled up on a chair or sofa together. They sleep side-by-side-by side at the foot of the bed; and when they’re scared, they hide under the bed with each other.
Up next: What we had to do to take them out of the country.