My flights were relatively uneventful, with the exception of the travelling-with-a-cat thing. She took it surprisingly well though. Not a peep between Regina and Toronto, and only once between Toronto and Ottawa. The Ottawa to Iqaluit leg she was more irritable, but it could have been a lot worse. The last 3 hour leg [from Iqaluit to Arctic Bay] she complained, but the plane was smaller and noisier.
When I arrived in Arctic Bay, I was met at the 'airport' by my Aunt
and Uncle, as well as the Mayor and one of the Hamlet council. I was
given a whirl-wind tour of the community and introduced to more than a
hundred people (you can imagine the fun I had trying to remember names).
There are 870 people in Arctic Bay, about 35 of which are from
Southern Canada (and they're from all over the place). The Inuit are afraid of animals. Well . . . wary. My cat makes a
better guard-dog than a sled dog would (and believe me, some of them are
massive). I was told by one of the Councillors that I
shouldn't expect visitors--including her--on the cat's account. There
are people in Arctic Bay that have never seen a cat (or trees, for that
matter).
As you can see by the pictures Mike sent us, Onyxia is happy, healthy, and doing well in her new home in Arctic Bay (as a strictly indoor cat, of course!)
- Sabrina
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Love your story Mike and I'll bet that Onyxia is a great companion with your being so far from home. She is a beautiful kitty.
Pat, from South Dakota...ie remember Badlands hike and you and your Mom about suffocated in the heat, but you had to see the Badlands.
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