Name: Glenn (2)
What makes Glenn so mean?
Glenn, a Russian Blue, was a gift to me from my husband when I moved to Israel to be with him, but we’ve since come back to the U.S. and currently reside in New Jersey. When Glenn was a baby in Israel, he used to sneak out and terrorize our neighbor’s chickens. He’d come back covered in chicken poop and I’d have to give him a bath. If we left the house and didn’t separate him and our dog, Punto, we’d come back to find little streaks of blood all over the wall because Glenn had attacked the poor dog’s tail until it bled.
When we decided to come back to the States, of course we weren’t going to leave our animals behind, so we got their papers in order, and we were instructed by the vet to give them sedatives for the 9 hour flight from Israel to Newark, New Jersey. Well, a mere cat carrier is no match for our meankitty, and somehow he escaped en route to the airplane! When we were on the tarmack, boarding the plane with the rest of the passengers, we asked one of the officials about our animals and they said, “Are you the ones with the cat? He escaped and ran over that way, they’re looking for him now.” Then she pointed about a mile down the way to some hangars. Long story short, we wouldn’t get on the plane without Glenn, and they wouldn’t take our luggage off because in Israel that’s against regulations, so my husband went off with some airport workers and searched for Glenn. Eventually he found him hiding under some crates. We got him back in his carrier, which by then the airport workers had taped all up and down, and onto the plane and we boarded. We delayed a plane full of people for 2 hours. Oh, the glares we got when we finally got on the plane.
He pees on things when he’s mad, is grumpy and reclusive and the only human he semi-tolerates is me. Recently we got a new kitten and it’s gone pretty well, but Glenn loves to make sure little Remmy knows exactly who’s boss of this mob.
Photos submitted by: Elizabeth B.