My two favourite felines, Flannery and Small, arrived safely at my apartment yesterday around 5 pm.
They looked a little dazed when I opened their crates, and Small seemed slightly stiff, but I am usually disoriented and stiff after a transatlantic flight too.
After 90 minutes of exploring every nook, cranny and surface of their new pad, they settled down and seemed relatively relaxed.
I think cats might suffer from jet lag - there were no early morning meows for food today, even though it started to get light sometime before 5. I got up around 8 and gave them some food, but even then they weren't that interested in it (a miracle if you know Small), and we all went back to bed for some more shut eye until around 10. Let's hope it takes a while for them to get adjusted to the new time zone. I need my sleep.
Only Flannery and Small know the full extent of their adventures - I heard they were in Prague for a few hours - and they arent' talking.
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Here's a theory on jet lag, from a sci fi book that a former manager and friend of my staff gifted: "...her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage."
I bet it works for pets too....
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