This guy’s mine. You can’t have him. Or his drool.
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If it’s bugging you that the snuzz hasn’t been rolling out of the pipeline super early in the day this week, it’s because I’m moving in to a new apartment right now and (yikes) they haven’t come to hook up my Intercybertubes yet. I know. Scary.
I can post remotely, before I get to work, thru my phone, but besides the dog collar-jingling from the apartment building next door, there’s not much snuzz around me right at this moment. Tailer is being watched by my parents in SoCal, so all I got is this Bali cat. My only piece of furniture, and one that’s traveled around the world with me.
But it got me thinking: Do YOU have any cat, dog, or otherwise snuzzy furniture? Tell me about it in the comments or send a picture to snuzzy [AT] dogster.com.
Woofs and meows,
Snuzzy
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Let me start by once again taking my hat off to people who edit video and upload stuff to YouTube and the like every day–it takes time and patience, something that I don’t always have. It took me FUREVER to sort through all of the clips that I have, and then pick out the best bits and then string them all together and then yadda yadda yadda. But after much ado about yadda, here is the 6th and final episode of Tailer’s trip to San Francisco from Sweden. I apologize for the fact is over seven minutes long, but it was, in fact, a heck of a long trip…
Whew. That was one long day. If you are unable to view the video in your feed reader, you may watch it here.
Thanks to those of you who have been offering your support and good wishes to Tailer and me. Knowing that there were people and cats out there pawing for us made the trip much more manageable. We both hope that this little glimpse into the transport of a cat from one far away land to another has been helpful and/or entertaining. We’re glad to have had you along for the ride.
If you want to have a look back at the entire series, or share this cat’s voyage from San Francisco to Sweden with a furiend, all of the juicy bits are here.
We will keep you in the loop as the days go on and Tailer gets more and more adjusted. And if we decide to get back in that carrier and hit the road again, we’ll be sure to let you know.
thanks very much–anders
Link: [Cat ster Video]
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Right now, I am at the airport in Stockholm and Tailer and I have made it through security and we boadr the first leg of the flight (to Paris) in about 20 minutes. It’s been a whirlwind of a weekend, with not much great sleep, but we’re both hanging in there and Tailer seems to be not too freaked out about things… so far.
Yesterday, we drove from Grythyttan to Stockholm, and my good friend Ben came over to film the departure. I got more footage of the car ride to Stockholm, but that won’t get edited until I get back to SF, probably. I’ll be adding that and the actual flight footage (if I dare to annoy my fellow passengers and take any) to a post later.
So here’s Tailer leaving the house… Thanks for your help, Ben!
Link: [YouTube]
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Any time you move with an animal across a border, state or international, it’s important that you get a check up before you start the journey, and obtain all of the necessary documents and vaccinations. Generally, you want to get this done about a week before the trip begins.
Tailer went to the vet last week to get his check-up, and getting there involved spending a little travel time in his cat carrier. He’s had the past two months to get used to it, something that Dr. Barchas recommended in my interview with him. This is him on the way there:
And when he got to the vet, his doctor gave him the once-over and checked him out:
And then she signed his papers and stamped them, giving him a clean bill of health. Right on, Tailer!
She then gave us a calming spray to use on and in his carrier, something that will hopefully help him to relax in his cozy little world for the duration of the trip. I totally like the idea of that and am thinking of dousing my body in the spray as well.
And that was that and he got to go home. When the car made it to the last stretch of the dirt road that leads to the house, Tailer got to get out and check things out:
He’s a pretty good co-pilot, but I wouldn’t trust him behind the wheel.
We spent this afternoon out in the forest, picking mushrooms. Tailer usually likes to come along for these excursions, and today he was along for the stroll. Seeing him out there, though, reminded me of the fact that one of the things that I am still worried about is that he’ll be leaving a forest life and entering a city one, and, as Dr. Barchas suggested, he’ll basically be becoming an indoor cat. It will obviously be a tough adjustment for him, even if for the past year and a half or so he has been sleeping most of his days away on the sofa or in bed… in the house.
Nonetheless, I have wrestled with this over and over again, feeling guilty for the fact that he’ll be making a life adjustment for my sake. And as much as I try to tap dance around it, I can’t–that’s pretty much the deal. The truth of the matter is that my life has changed–I am no longer living in the middle of the Swedish forest–and I am back in the states, back in San Francisco. And as any pet lover will tell you, walking away from a furry little friend is often a nearly impossible thing to do. Call me crazy or call me a jerk–heck, call me a crazy jerk–walking away from Tailer is just not in the plans for me right now. So, San Francisco, here we come.
Plus, if he gets through this trip without too much trouble, he’ll be coming back here with me in June to celebrate midsummer.
Sure, why not?
So tomorrow we’ll head to Stockholm, a car ride that accounts for about four hours of the (door-to-door) 20-22 hour trip. Thankfully, he and I are staying in Stockholm tomorrow night before we get up at the crack of dawn and head to the airport on Tuesday. From that point, it’s just a hop, skip and a (6,500 mile) jump home.
Seriously.
Leaving you with a few pix from today’s last mushroom-picking excursion–
Check back tomorrow for more!
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