On Sunday, we spent some time at the cat show in Lempäälä (near Tampere) that Russell and Carol, along with my friend Pam, were judging. Because we had to catch the ferry back to Sweden… More
When we got back to Sweden from the ferry from Helsinki, we met up with Björn’s ex to get Emma to spend a week with us and the cats.
We got there a little ahead of them, so we had to chill out in Stockholm Centralen until they arrived.
Emma loves cats. I am sad that she doesn’t get to live with any.
If ever a girl deserved to live with a cat (or cats), it’s Emma.
Emma was amazing with Dash. I think he’s going to miss her when she goes back home.
Dash also looked out the window at the passing scenery, just like Jacoby and all the other cats who ride trains.
Finally, the train arrived in Skövde. Emma wanted to carry Dash’s carrier.
From the train station, a quick taxi ride home.
Dash was quick to feel at home in our bedroom. And after the long, long, long journey…He was finally home.
As I posted yesterday, Meg, Russell and Dashiell arrived far too late for us to be able to meet them at the airport and collect Dash on Friday. So he stayed in Meg and Russell’s in the hotel near the airport.
I awoke to some smexy photos of Dash lounging in bed. Everyone slept in, and rightly so.
We had a day in Helsinki planned for Meg, Russell and Carol Fogarty, another judge, so Dash spent the day at Anne’s house.
There, he bonded with Anne’s teenaged daughter. He’s very good with kids.
After a day of walking around Helsinki, we had dinner at a great Finnish restaurant we’ve eaten at before on previous trips to Helsinki. Here’s Meg and me after dinner.
On our way back to our hotel in Tampere, we stopped by Anne’s and collected Dash. This is the grand opening of the carrier when we finally got him into our hotel room (click on the image to watch the video in another tab in Flickr).
We had a wonderfully spacious room, with places to put the food bowl, the water bowl…
…and the litter box house.
In anticipation of Dash’s arrival, my friend Molly sent him a welcome home present. It was even addressed to him.
I saved it to open when we finally were together.
He wasn’t entirely sure about it…but it will be his for the rest of his life.
Next, Dash explored our room.
And that was how we finally got Dash…
Yesterday was…interesting. We were supposed to meet Meg, Russell and Dashiell at Helsinki International Airport at 17:15.
That…did not happen. Their flight from Newark was delayed, and they ended up missing their connection in Frankfurt to Helsinki.
This is the photo Meg sent me when she finally got to Frankfurt.
And here is Russell with Dash (under the banana), waiting for the connecting flight.
Above is the Facebook Messenger conversation we had about meeting up and collecting Dash. FINALLY I got the bright idea to include my friend Anne, an Aby breeder who happens to live in Helsinki near the airport. We had booked a hotel in Tampere, two hours away from Helsinki, which was supposed to be the show hotel, but it got overbooked because of a German heavy metal band who were having concerts nearby. Turns out, we might have been able to cancel our “non-refundable” reservation…but, yeah. 20/20 hindsight.
But we had to drive to our hotel, so there was no way we could be at the airport to meet them and collect Dash on Friday.
So my hero friend Anne met them at the airport instead.
They landed sometime after midnight, and my friend Anne was there to meet them.
This is all of them, taken by Anne, at sometime around 1am. At this point, Dash had been in his carrier for 30-something hours.
Meanwhile, our hotel had been notified that we would be arriving with a cat, so they prepared a little gift for us: a packet of wet food in the cutest little bag.
Look how cute the print is on the bag, all little kitty faces! I just wish we had had Dash that first night.
But here he is on Meg’s bed, happy to finally be out of that carrier!
Izaak’s escape at the show last weekend reminded me of the time Logan figured out how to open his cage at one of his first shows.
They look so similar, Logan and Zak, but they are so very different.
As much as I love my little Zakky…I do miss Logan’s grumpy old man meow.
Especially when it’s your cat.
Sunday at the show, after Izaak had been judged and we were waiting for the Nominations, Lorelai was called up for her Nomination at the same time. So Björn had Rory and I had Zak. Then I dropped my phone and it came out of its case. I needed two hands to put it back in, so I handed Zak over to Björn. Then Zak started to cough up a hairball.
I raced over to the Secretary’s table and grabbed a piece of scratch paper, and got Zak to puke on it. Björn was right next to us, so I asked him to grab Zak whilst I dealt with the barf. In the time between me letting him go and Björn grabbing him…
…he decided this space under the folded-up bleachers (the show hall’s day job is a basketball arena). And he. Would not. Come. OUT. When he doesn’t want to be caught, he is a master. They announced that a cat was loose and to close all the doors, but I was like, “Yeah, no. The doors are the least of our worries!” He’s roaming around underneath the bleachers, and he’s up for Nomination like NOW
Finally, a woman with Siamese working the Secretary’s table called to me. She saw Zak in the corner, near her stroller. They asked me if I had any food that would lure him out. I said, “No…he won’t eat anything but raw and chicken necks. Does anyone have a raw chicken neck?” Yeah, nobody did. I had grabbed Chirpy Mouse and Zak’s favourite wand toy (a fishing lure blue crab I picked up in Baltimore), so we tried those. Chirpy Mouse had no effect, but Blue Crab got his attention. I almost grabbed him…but then he backed away. He wandered around a little more, and then came back to that corner, and, with the help of Blue Crab, I was able to grab him. The judge he was up for Nomination with, Glenn Sjöbom, asked me if I was okay and patted me on the back, telling me not to worry and not feel like I needed to rush. When he actually got nominated, I held him up, and, during the applause, I said to him, “You. Do. NOT. Deserve. This!”
I repeated that when he was declared Best In Show.
I don’t have any photos of the actual events…I was too busy trying to catch the little asshole.
But here’s the punchline to the whole escapade: Just after it happened my friend Kinsey posted on Facebook that Zak’s brother, Paolo had escaped that morning and led her on a merry chase around the neighbourhood before she managed to catch him again. He wears a tracker on his collar that she can track on her mobile.
One of her friends commented that it could only happen to Kinsey, and I chimed in, “Nope, not just Kinsey. Today at the cat show, Izaak, Paolo and Keiko’s younger brother, escaped and went exploring under the bleachers!”. To which Kinsey explained, “Must be in their genes. Paolo did that at a cat show once and I was on my hands and knees under the benches trying to get him.”
They ARE full brothers, perhaps not littermate brothers, but brothers nonetheless. Kinsey’s always posting about Paolo’s adventures…and by the smug, “sorry, not sorry” look on Zak’s face, I suspect I will be, too.
Today, 8 August, is International Cat Day. In honour of this important day, my friend Robin sent me this video created by e-on, a Swedish electric company.
Of course I checked it for Abys.
This guy kind of looks like an Abyssinian…but then, that might just be the spacesuit.
However, THIS video, made by target=#>Whiskas UK (who, I discovered whilst in London, make a LOT of awesome commercials that are so good you almost forget they’re trying to sell you something) definitely features some Abyssinians.
Like this handsome chap, as well as the lad at the top of the page.
Happy International Cat Day!