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That darn cat Globe and Mail - Wednesday, August 11, 2004
What do you get when you cross an airline with a feline? You get a cross cat, a disconcerted pilot and an impromptu landing. You also get a reminder of the link between further and farther: If there’s fur, you won’t get far.
An SN Brussels jet was making its way on Monday from Brussels to Vienna when a passenger’s cat escaped from its transport bag and made its way to the cockpit, perhaps fooled by the name into thinking it might catch a rooster or two. It gained entrance when food was served to the pilot and co-pilot, at which point, according to the airline, the animal “became agitated and nervous” and scratched the co-pilot’s arm. Hmm, let’s see: food for two, hungry cat. We probably don’t need Freud to interpret the agitation. Then again, the cat’s name was Gin; maybe it had its eye on the drinks tray.
The pilot, taking no chances, returned the plane to Brussels, where the 58 passengers were left to take a flight two hours later. The news report says the cat and its owner weren’t on that plane. Quite sensible; given the other passengers’ disgruntlement at having their travel plans interrupted, there might have been hissing and spitting of a different order.
And yes, they would have known exactly who the owner was. After all, the cat was out of the bag. |
That darn cat |
