Adventures in flying: Black Cat

 I am seated on the far left of the plane. The set up is 2-3-2 (2 seats, isle, three seats, isle, two seats). I know there is some other number representation for this set up such as a 757, or something similar, that refers to the size of the engine (and inadvertently the seat set up). But, 2-3-2 makes things so much clearer for this story. So there I was sitting in the far left "2".

 We were approximately 2 hours into our 4 hour flight, and I was enjoying the in flight movie, when out of the corner of my eye, I notice a lady making somewhat of a scene. She's stopping at every single row, down the isle on the other side of the plane, muttering something and being met with blank stares. I try pinpointing what this lady could possibly be doing.  I watch her, but can't make head nor tails of the sitch. This has suddenly become WAY more interesting than my movie, and I take my "comfortable" ear buds out to see what exactly is going on.  Clearly, I need to get to the bottom of this.

 By this point she has made her way to the middle bulk head where she excuses herself repeatedly as she squeezes in front of and past 3 annoyed passengers, who are holding their beverages up high into the air, all Staute of Liberty like. She wobbles.  A few people gasp as she starts to go down, but catches herself on one of the passengers arm rest at the last second.  Brother.  This is a circus.  And, it's going to be fantastic entertainment.

 She then starts up my side of the plane, again leaning into the row muttering a question all wild eyed. I'm looking around thinking someone has lost a crazy. No sooner had that thought occured to me, then a man comes up and puts his arm around her. Just as I thought, poor thing. This must be her caretaker. They argue a little bit and the questioning resumes. I can now hear both of them questioning loudly, with crazed panic stricken faces, "Black cat? Black cat?". She has clearly lost her grip on reality.  Passengers don't even know how to respond, she catches them so off guard. Being engrossed in various activities, some of them are down right startled when coming practically nose to nose with a crazed woman shouting "BLACK CAT?". This is admittedly, even funnier to me.  Being witness to a good startle, is right up at the top of my hilarious list.  She eventually makes it to my row, and I am ready with my understanding, sympathetic, bless-your-heart-child look.  When it is my turn to answer,  I shake my head at her. Indeed, I do not want a black cat. I begin to wonder why the flight attendants have not "helped" these people back to their seats...... or straight jackets. It has become somewhat of a stage show at this point, and all eyes are glued on this couple. 

 Suddenly, an ear piercing scream, the audience gasps, and all heads whip in tandem toward the right side of the plane.   "Over here!  It's over here!!"  My mind starts putting 2 and 2 together, cause I'm smart like that, and I realize there is indeed an actual "Black Cat", loose on the plane.  It's darting down the isles, and in and out of rows, like a furry little pin ball. 

Well, that was an unexpected turn of events.

"Apparently worried that her precious Mr. Jingles would not be properly taken care of, Mrs. Snodgrass decided to sneak Mr. Jingles onto the plane in her hand bag.  No one would know.  And after all, what could possibly go wrong?"

~This has been a true story brought about via the flying adventures of the Wade Family.