Part 2: Cats on a plane

Cell phone pics are a quentesential part of our life. Last time I brought you my insights to the Bronx, as well as how I helped a young man come to terms with his father's passing (it's about being in the right place at the right time).

I'm dedicating this post to all the animals out there in NYC.

Years ago in the concrete jungles of a Mesa desert a rhythmic cat caught stride in one of his favorite things ever. While other cats found joys in the simple things of life like chasing a ball, mice, and chinchillas he found that a simple bowl of corn cat food was quite enjoyable. Young Whicket has taken to food like an angry Bob Barker to Happy Gilmore's face.

Years ago he was like this, but even then there were hints of his hidden obsession:

However, more recently here's what he's been up to:

We think it has to do with portion size.

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During my time on the streets many things surface and well, here they are:

This guy was in the flower store window

This golden retriever couldn't be happier

While I was in the "Everything 99 cents Or More" store

Another store...

People here park there animals like horses in the 1800s

Still not a horse, but similar treatment. This cat is our super's, he also has the same condition as Whickett.

I don't know what was going on here

I'll never forget this experience of "Cats on a Plane," as Leslie coined it. When I flew to NY in Sept. 09 I took my cats on the plane to move here by myself. I ended up getting another carrier, which gave Whickett the space he needed so he could complain for 8 hours straight. I gave him so much tranquilizer medicine I'm surprised he didn't pass out, which was actually my hope since I tried to triple the dosage on him but to no avail.

He was a little slice of heaven that whole trip

Awww yes, that trip was one for the books...