Bertie

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Someone posted this on FB

I commented, "So you wanna see my pussy? I was going through O'Hare. A woman behind me tried to pass her bag to me around the side of the security scanner thingy. It had a cat in it."

That's a true story, and this one is too. We are British, but we live in France. Some British friends of friends had been living nearby for a very long time, but they needed to return to Britain. Madame had developed breast cancer and was treated with tamoxifen. An occasional side effect of the drug is that it makes you blind. Guess what happened? Anyway, they decided that life in France was no longer viable, and they wanted to move to a granny/grandpa annex that their kids had for them in England. They had a tabby-and-white cat called Bertie. Bertie had lost a leg, they think in an agricultural accident. Bertie and Monsieur were absolutely devoted to one another. They would talk back and forth all the time. So they wanted to fly back with Bertie. But ticket for a cat turned out to be extortionally expensive. Thousands of pounds/euros. The airlines just didn't want to carry Bertie. I was already planning on driving to England, a trip of well over 1,000 kilometres, so I volunteered to drive Bertie there. Lots of red tape and charges and veterinary tests which had to be completed within a very small time-window. I got to the crossing on our side of the "ditch". A big delay, and a big backed up queue. But as I had been given an official sticker, "Animal on board",I was sent to the front of the queue and we made it across. Drove to Bertie's new home. He went straight to a big floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a lovely big English garden and stared out, not believing his luck. He was soon out, enjoying it. Ever since, until Bertie eventually passed away, we would get a message on the anniversary of his arrival in England, saying how Bertie and his "Mum and Dad" were, and thanking us for our help. :)