The six of us enroute to Rome
I haven’t decided if I’m 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’ve 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 New York, these “catnappers” curl up peacefully beneath the seat in front of me for the long journey.
Quietly chilling out through the first of their nine lives, they seem lulled by the hum of the jet engines as our airplane crosses the Atlantic Ocean on its way to Rome.
I believe these kitties will have many, many more dolci vite Italiane ahead of them.
**Our dear Chloe and Ditto have since gone to Cat Heaven and the newest addition to the family is the scampy “Gardi” (named after the place where he was discovered – in the garden).
Orvieto or Bust: 