…it should have been your 11th birthday today. I will always love you, Strollercat.
Pyret was right at the door to meet us. Or, more likely, to meet Björn. Pyret was born in 1999 and was bottlefed by Björn and she is very bonded to him. To meet me on time in Stockholm, he had to stay overnight, so he hadn’t been home for nearly a day. Pyret was hungry and missed him, so she was coming to greet him.
She certainly was not expecting other cats!
Pyret has been an only cat since Björn’s other cat, Olivia, died in 2010. I really wonder what she thought when she realised that there were cats in that big box.
I opened the door…
…and, curiously, Angel was the first one out. It’s like she knew that the airport and the train weren’t home, but she was home now.
Jake, of course, was not far behind.
They both took off in different directions to check out the new digs.
Angel went to check out the living room and under the sofa, and Jake went to explore everything else.
Including the litter box. Always a good idea to locate the facilities right off the bat.
“Okay, litter box sorted. Next!”
Angel was in there soon enough, though.
Angel’s big discovery was the old cat tree Björn had in his living room. It’s out on our balcony now, and she still loves to sleep in that cubby.
She explored the whole tree. And even today, my big tree is primarily her domain.
Meanwhile, Jake was checking out the new cat fountain in the kitchen.
And while he was doing that, Pyret was checking him out.
After only a few hours of being home…this was Angel.
And this was Jake. Moving to Sweden was so freakishly easy for them!
When we landed at Arlanda airport in Stockholm, it was 7:something am and I am never at my best at single-digit morning hours. Jacoby and Angel, however, were just fine.
They were, in fact, eager to get out of that crate. (Click for video) Or, at least, Jake was.
Apart from the cats, I had a lot of luggage. Since it was a one-way ticket, bought a first class ticket. It turned out to be a wise investment, since my extra bags were actually free.
We had to wait a bit for our train to Skövde, but hey, we got to see this guy.
We let Jake out on the train (Angel did NOT want to explore) and he was excited to see his new country.
To Jake, it was just another train ride.
The trip from Stockholm to Skövde is a bit over two hours, so Jake had plenty of time to bond with his new dad.
He also found time to check in on Angel.
When we got to Skövde, we needed a cab to bring us home to our apartment, because I had so much luggage, and also the cats’ crate. Luckily, we had a very friendly cab driver.
Finally, it was time to go inside.
Pyret was ready to greet us.
What happened when we came inside? Stay tuned..!
You know that I flew to Sweden with the two Abyssinians, Jacoby and Angel. But I’m willing to bet you are very curious as to HOW we came here. I flew IcelandAir, which, because Iceland is an island and because of rabies concerns, requires all animal passengers fly in a specially climate controlled pet cargo hold. I know many people have misgivings about airline cargo holds, with good reason. But I have had only good experiences with cargo travel (my two Siamese, Harri and Patrick, from San Francisco to Atlanta, and then Tessie from Portland, Oregon, to Boston). It’s actually easier than travelling with a cat in-cabin, especially when you are travelling with more than one!
I started acclimatising them to the crate very early, by leaving it out for them to nap in. Tessie didn’t really need to practice, but she did anyway.
I also locked Jake and Angel in the crate for longer and longer periods to get them ready for an eight hour trip.
Although I think Angel wanted to get out.
Then, days before the big trip, we had a practical practice, I used the crate to take Jake and Angel to the vet for their pre-travel visit.
It was a perfect opportunity to practice shlepping the crate somewhere.
Ironically, my vet, South Boston Animal Hospital, changed location from a 10 minute bus ride away to…ACTUALLY IN THE BUILDING I LIVED IN on 1 June. I left for Sweden on 17 June. Sigh.
They were their usual selves at the vet, and of course, they got a clean bill of health.
Finally, the day arrived! We went to Logan Airport to start our new life.
We all went into a back room at IcelandAir and the cats were checked out, to make sure that they were who I said they were, and to make sure that nothing was being smuggled in the carrier.
The flight went without incident, apart from the souvenir shop being closed, dammit. But I was lucky enough to see Jake and Angel’s crate being loaded onto the next plane at Reykjavik.
And then, at long last, we were all reunited at Arlanda airport in Stockholm. What happened next? Tune in tomorrow, same cat time, same cat channel!
We don’t live near a lake in Boston, but Jacoby has seen plenty of water in his day. Of course, there’s Fort Point Channel, very close to the building in which we live.
And there’s Boston Harbor, too.
And there’s also the Charles River, which we cross over whenever we take the T into Cambridge.
But when we move to Sweden, we’ll have an actual lake outside our window. It’s called “Käpplundasjön” and here is Pyret looking at it.
Enjoy your peaceful view out the window while you can, Pyret. You’re about to be invaded by Abys!