Dear Edgycat fans, In February of last year I ran away from Chicago. It was just too cold. I felt trapped in the house. My cat, Sally Cookie, felt that way too. Sally could not be left behind. She was ill, an illness with unpleasant symptoms. I couldn't ask anyone else to take care of her so I decided to take her with me to Berkeley, California. Here is our story...

6) Sally and I Fly Home

Taking a xanax worked so well for me (vets frown on animals taking xanax, they might become excited rather than calm. In a small animal this is scary enough. Right around the time we were returning I heard about a chimp who took a bit of xanax with terrible effect. )

Anyway, I signed Sally in with American Airlines and proceeded through security, on ½ a xanax. All went well, so well that I decided to take the second half on the plane. I went out like a light. It seemed like a moment later when I was being pummeled on my left arm: “Your cat is out,” he said. And indeed Sally had worked on that zipper for 2 hours and was now standing poised for action. I grabbed her and put her back in. My friend Emily said "It's a good thing that Sally never has a plan." My friend Michele whose airline stories always top mine said that her brothers took lizards on a plane from Puerto Rico to New York and they got away, racing, as fast as lizards race up and down the aisles. The family kept silent and the lizards are probably still there.