Patch 1

The hardest thing about moving Patch across the South Pacific Ocean was that we had no idea how she was feeling when she was in transit. Sedation is not practiced because the animal can’t regulate their core temperature properly, so Patch was fully awake, fully aware, and extremely vocal when I put her in her crate.

Patch likes to lie on her back, so that the lounge ceiling fan can cool her belly fur

Patch likes to lie on her back, so that the lounge ceiling fan can cool her belly fur

She did not like the fact that she didn’t get breakfast that day, and as soon as we got into the car to go to the airport, she made the biggest and most foul-smelling poop, and smeared it all over herself and her bedding (which was made up of an old jacket and old t-shirt belonging to James – we tried to fill her crate with familiar smells).

Her front left paw is especially endearing because one of her toes is ginger coloured

Her front left paw is especially endearing because her toes have patches of ginger

So by the time we arrived at the main office of the pet moving people, her toes, her stomach, her tail, all were covered in bits of poop. The pet moving guy was really accommodating, and he wiped her down before he moved her to a cat run. At this point, I looked at Patch, and she looked straight back at me and cried out so loudly that I winced, noticeably, and then I felt like the worst person. The worst.

She had no idea what was going on. Telling her that she was going to go to “our new home, Patch! You’re going to Florida! It’ll be so exciting! You can chase squirrels!”, was only marginally comforting to myself, and zero comfort to her. All she knew was that she was in a cage in a strange room with strange smells.

Her favourite past times are 1) sleeping, 2) putting fur on our clothes, and 3) rubbing her scent all over the apartment

Her favourite past times are 1) sleeping, 2) putting fur on our clothes, and 3) rubbing her scent all over the apartment

I’ll tell you now that if you’re not flying with your pet to their intended destination, the worst thing is the roller-coaster of emotions you’ll experience when you drop your pet off for their flight. Especially if your pet does a stress poop, and wails non-stop while traveling to the airport, like mine did.

Interestingly, if you are planning to take your pet with you to the USA, and you are flying with your pet (domestically, between states), they are allowed to fly with you, like, actually with you, in a crate, under your seat (provided that it is a well-behaved pet). During my 8 hour transit at LAX, I saw many dog owners and a handful of cat owners, waiting to board their domestic flights! Their pets were so good! They didn’t poop, or cry, or make a fuss!

I was super disappointed that the person sitting next to me on my flight from LAX to Orlando did not have a pet under their seat. Super disappointed.

I'm currently germinating some cat grass seeds for her, so she has some greens to nibble on when she lounges on our balcony

I’m currently germinating some cat grass seeds for her, so she has some greens to nibble on when she lounges on our balcony

Patch took a while to adjust to Gainesville. She spent the first few weeks hiding in the bathroom, behind the toilet. Which is fair enough; it was the quietest, darkest, and smallest space she could find, and that made her felt a little bit safer than walking around in an empty lounge.

The insects were bigger (which frightened her), she’d never encountered squirrels in New Zealand (squirrels also frightened her), there were lots of dogs in our apartment complex (again, frightening), people on bikes (so scary), contractors fixing stuff on the sides of the apartment buildings (loud noises, scary stuff) and the apartment probably smelled like a bajillion other pets that used to live here before us (the worst, strange smells, don’t like it, gonna hide behind the toilet).

“your bath towels are not furry enough, I’ll help you fix that”

But we got there in the end.

It’s been almost 3 months since she first set foot in Gainesville, and she’s finally back to her normal old Princess self. Overly dramatic, incredibly chatty, demanding, smelly poops.

And she still doesn’t do the dishes or pay rent.

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