From the streets of St Kitts to my house, on a flight to New York, staying a night at Mondos and then boarded at the vets (allergies for Mondo make kitty-cats unbearable!), one more flight to Maine, two nights at my moms house and meeting her two cats, and then finally to her new permanent home, as a surprise Christmas present to my grandmother.
But the ride to see my grandmother was the funniest story of all. The car ride to her house is 45 minutes from my moms. I stopped at the grocery store to get a months worth of food for Oopslaan and some supplies, including a litter box, that did not fit into a bag and I left on the floor of the backseat. I also took off my jacket and placed it on the backseat, since I didnt want to be roasted for the next 45 minutes. Now, all this time Oopsie had been in her travel bag, and now she was pretty sick of it, 15 minutes into the drive she was meowing all over the place. I decided to let her out, and she was pretty cute, she mostly stood on the center console looking curiously out the window. Since she was relaxed, I didnt have any worries as she went to the backseat, but when I heard the WIZZ of urine, I started to get concerned. From the sounds of it, the WIZZING was going straight into the empty litter box that was sitting on the floor behind my seat. I found this interesting that this cat had never seen this litter box, and it had no litter in it, yet she knew that it was hers to potty in. Regardless, all progressed well until I pulled over in the town of my destination to pick up some lunch for my grandmother and I, and when opening the door to empty the litter box realized that one corner of my jacket had fallen into the litter box, and little corner though it was, it has soaked up most of the urine at this point! I was distraught!! My favorite jacket soiled and no cleaners would do same day service (I couldnt help but thinking that I would have gotten same day service in New York!!) So I was forced to soak the urine drenched corner in the sink at my grandmothers house (no washer and dryer) and then hang it outside to dry (imagine icicles on a down jacket)!
The good news is that I washed the urine out and dried the jacket at Julies house, stopping the dryer every 5-10 minutes and fluffing out my jacket!! The better news is that my grandmother loved Oopslaan!
My grandmother could not believe that I had brought a cat all the way from St Kitts just for her. I let Oopslaan out of her carrier and she bolted under the bed, not to come back out for another hour (that must be cat code!) So Gram and I set up the litter box (once used already) and her food and water dishes. Oopslaan came out slowly, and I left before it got dark to come back a couple days later.
By the third day, Oopsie had my grandmother wrapped around her finger. All of the bottom shelves of the house (and some of the top ones) had their figures and objects moved from them to make resting areas for Oopsie. My grandmother could even give you an hour by hour account of what Oopslaan had done in the past 2 days! Looks like they were made for each other. As my mom talked to Gram on the phone in the next couple of days my Grandmother talked more and more about Oopslaan and the toys that she wanted to buy for her!
On Christmas Day, one day before I left, I had to say good bye to Oopslaan. It was fun having a cat in the house, even if Rockstar does not agree. Even today, as I am back to St Kitts, it was a bit strange to come home to no Oopslaan. But, although she is not with me, I know where to go if I would like to see her, it is far away from me now, and much much colder, but I can always go visit if I would like!
Finally I have had a second to breath and what do I do?? POST.
At this point Mondo and I only had a couple of days left to hang out together, which is always sad to have to say good bye, but we will be seeing each other soon (2 weeks) for a quick rendezvous in Orlando! Mondo made this vacation extra special by making time for us to relax and have fun, we even went to Mount Snow to ski and snowboard (but I have no pictures). I've said it before and Ill say it again, I might just be the luckiest girl in the world to have Mondo in my life!
But before we leave, Rockstar needed his tri annual pug out fest at Aunt P's house. Here he is devouring a homemade meatball, pasta and sauce. This is definitely not recommended by Dr Krista, but once in a while it just makes the pug happy!
Tommy and Selina chowed down with us as well as Kelly and Chris, Mr and Mrs Feinstein and Joanna. Why dont I have more pictures of everyone??
