My husband and I were looking
forward to starting a new life
on the other side of the country.
But first we had to get
our plus-sized cat
on the plane.BY Linda Barnard
FROM THE GLOBE AND MAIL
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i’m an occasional catastrophizer. Facing my
first cross-Canada flight with my plus-sized
feline, Lance, brought the “cat” part of my con-
dition to the fore.
Planning for the trip involved slightly less
preparation than a Sahara trek. My mind pin-
balled around all the things I couldn’t con-
trol, such as the possibility that a 10-year-old,
10.5-kilogram tabby (down from nearly
12 kilograms; don’t judge) would produce a
great, noxious poop at 30,000 feet.
Perhaps it would be somewhere over Winni-
peg. A planeload of passengers would hate me.rd.ca 65HEART