I was there about 15 minutes early, and had to run to the bathroom and get one more thing I had forgotten off of my list. I texted the lady to tell her about my car and where I was parked. I also let her know I was running in.
In the middle of my hurried search for my item, she texted back. "Sorry, I just got up, I can't make it until noon or later." I have to say, my heart sank.
I called my husband.
Luckily, this was the weekend of the big storms in the Northwest, and several Alaska flights routed from Seattle and Portland were delayed. Mine was delayed by 2 hours. I told the lady to hurry, I needed to catch a plane, and settled in to wait in the car and hope she really wasn't backing out.
She needed the money. I overpaid her price, just because I knew she was giving up one of her babies, and I knew what it felt like. She was also, as I mentioned, down on her luck financially.
She handed him to me, and I got to feel that famous Ragdoll love. They go limp and heavy and sink into you like a, well, rag doll! I held him for a while before I had to stuff him in his carrier and leave. I worried he'd be stressed or scream the whole way since he was leaving his family and going on a bit of a scary journey.
Gus, not quite sure what to think.
He seemed a little anxious, but he settled in like a champ. I petted him off and on thru the carrier top, and he responded by reaching up to my hand. He actually seemed to enjoy the ride! He got a little scared in the airport, because he was trembling, but on the plane, he was so quiet, and he even fell asleep. He's a traveling ninja!
He made it home, and was immediately adjusted. He explored, but then he kicked it on the couch like a pro.
This pic is the day he came home. He found the toys, and plopped on the couch.
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