It meowed and purred. It was complimented for its pretty fur by TSA.
Two weeks ago, Paul and I took the kids to the airport, and they flew all the way cross-country unaccompanied. They were brave, and everyone—even the cat—made it in one piece, though poor Carter got sick on the plane. Bunny told me the flight attendants dumped coffee grinds onto the mess and then left it that way. So, they had a weird odor to contend with, but otherwise the flight was uneventful in all the more important ways, and it was a red-eye non-stop.
If you’d have asked me a few months ago if I’d send my kids unaccompanied cross country, I’d have laughed at the thought. However, the reality of driving cross country with three kids made the choice, well, if not easy, it certainly made it practical.
I’m proud of my kids, and especially that girl up there, for their resourcefulness and confidence.