Nothing is more mortifying than traveling with cats.
On your way out of Montreal middle-aged women–all en route to all-inclusives–cling to their husbands as you walk by. You are the married life angel of death. Alone and spinster-esque. Burdened under the weight of your overpacked suitcases and cat kennels, reeking of desperation. One woman shudders and checks her ring finger when you pass. No one makes eye contact.
Actually, wait–the one thing more embarrassing than traveling with cats is when you set off your camera’s flash at LAX. A dozen tourists whip their heads in your direction, hoping for Lady Gaga or an Olsen twin. And when the light of the flash dies, there they are: a dozen horrified faces watching you stand outside the arrivals terminal, overdressed and still overpacked, taking pictures of your cats.
Tags: airports, cats are embarrassing, desperate single ladies, los angeles, moving
