Taking Zackary Home

Sorry it’s been so long, but I have been sunning myself on the West Coast. Although it seemed a little soon for a return to Southern California after our move, I actually had a great time. I was working on Ben Affleck’s “ARGO.” Without exception, the cast and crew were delightful. I also had a chance to see the many friends I had left behind. I spent a few weeks house-sitting in West Toluca Lake for my friend Melissa. The company of Buddy and tricky kitty, Boscoe made life a lot more bearable. What was not so bearable was the commute on the 405. How do people stand it!!

When Melissa returned from Atlanta, I moved to stay with Toni, Jake, Darcy and Riley. The latter being canine. Toni is an awesome friend and stepped up immediately when I was looking for a place to stay in LA (as did my friend Kristin) which made it possible to accept the job.

Once shooting in LA was completed, I headed back to VA together with my feline buddy, Zackary. Zackary is a beautiful Maine Coone that I rescued as a kitten. I placed him with a friend who adored him, but Zackary was missing his familia. No longer a kitten, I was shocked to see how enormous he was when I picked him up from Kimberly. Could he really fit into the carrier I had purchased to get him home??

The only scary episode on the trip home was when I was asked to take Zackary out of his carrier to carry him through security. Scruffing Zackary, I headed through the scanner with confidence until;”Excuse ma’am, you need to remove your shoes. Shoes! I looked desperately at my shoes, my arms full of Maine Coone. No options seem to come to mind. Thankfully, an angel came to my rescue. The woman behind me immediately assesses the situation, she stoops to my feet, and I slip off (thank God I was wearing slides) my shoes, she deposits them in the waiting bin. Bless you lady.

On the other side, I stuffed Zackary back in the carrier and breath a sigh of relief. Slowly I collect my belongings (including the shoes) as I look towards the carrier, I see a magnificent, long tabby body slinking it’s way out. Zackary immediately spotting a chink in the zipper, and forced his way through. Fortunately, he was somewhat intimidated by his surroundings, so I leapt on top of him and the carrier zipping in every direction. Heart pounding, I hit the button on the lift ascending to the Red Admiral Lounge anxious for a Bloody Mary. All they had was coffee. Seriously, what exactly are people paying for? Remembering my rescue background, I threw my down coat over the bag. Zackary finally quit yelling. Actually, the silence was a lot more comforting than the Bloody Mary. I was finally on my way home