The six of us enroute to Rome
I haven’t decided if I am going to add my experience as an international cat escort to my curriculum vitae. It wasn’t an activity I intentionally sought out, but rather one that came to me serendipitously and fortuitously.
For a few years now I have been the blissful sidekick to three of the most well-traveled, worldly-wise, continental felines you’d ever want to meet.
Racking-up the frequent flyer miles as they move
seamlessly and nonchalantly between Orvieto, Italy and the San Francisco Bay Area, these “catnappers” curl-up peacefully beneath the seat in front of me for the long journey to come.
Quietly chilling-out through the first of their nine lives – lulled by the hum of the jet engines as our airplane crosses the Atlantic Ocean on its way to Rome – I envision Chloe, Bella and Ditto having many, many more dolci vite Italiane (sweet Italian lives) ahead of them…
