I don’t think I ever properly introduced you to my friends and (former) housemates: BlackCat and WhiteCat. BlackCat and WhiteCat belong to mom and Aunt Amanda’s friend Jilli. When Jilli moved from Mwanza to Dar es Salaam she needed some animal lovers to watch her cats and everyone knows that Mwanza’s animal sanctuary is located right here at my house! BlackCat and WhiteCat quickly integrated into our household and we all became good friends.
Well, I knew there was trouble brewing when Jilli showed up on Friday night with a big cage. Mom used to put me in a cage when she left for work, but I hated that darn thing and I can’t stand the site of these animal torture boxes. The cage sat around the house for the whole weekend so I kind of forgot about it, but a few hours ago everything changed.
Jilli put a Maasai blanket in the cage and then mom put me inside to see how I liked it. Even though this cage is WAY bigger than the one I used to have, I still didn’t like it. I believe it’s for unmannered dogs and therefore I clearly do not need to be in one ever again.
First Jilli captured BlackCat and put him inside and LOCKED THE DOOR. This is when I realized that this was no joke. Jilli was actually preparing to take her cats somewhere.
WhiteCat was smart and hid in a suitcase in Aunt Amanda’s room, but eventually he was found and then placed in the cage with BlackCat too.
As soon as my kitty friends were in the cage, Jilli and the Maasai carried the cage up the driveway, out through the gate, and then into the back of a waiting car. Where the heck were they taking BlackCat and WhiteCat?
I started freaking out so mom explained that Jilli was taking the cats in an airplane to Dar es Salaam. I bet it must be scary for a kitty to be in a cage in an airplane without his mom. But I suppose BlackCat and WhiteCat will be ok because they have each other for comfort. BlackCat and WhiteCat will stay in Dar es Salaam for a week with Jilli and then they will do the long flight like I did a year ago. Mom says that I shouldn’t worry because BlackCat and WhiteCat are very lucky that they are moving to America, especially since WhiteCat was just a Tanzanian street cat that never could have dreamed of such a good life. Apparently they even get to go to a special kitty hotel in the Amsterdam airport between their flights.
I wish mom had let me know a little sooner that BlackCat and WhiteCate would be making the trip to America. I could have given them some pointers and told them what it’s like to go on an airplane for many, many hours. Except that when I went I got to sit with my mom (lucky me)!
I’ll miss my kitty friends, but in the end I’m happy for them and excited for their adventure. Jilli better let them e-mail me from time to time and perhaps I can even visit when I’m back in America too!