Fred

Airport cat, alone.

Jets fly away, but you stay.

Eyes say, take me home.

Fred is my oldest cat, I've had her since 1996.  I was working at Los Angeles International Airport as a customer service agent for America West Airlines when her owner arrived for a flight for New York, intent on bringing her with him.  He hadn't made a reservation for her and he didn't bring her veternarian clearance.  By Federal Airline Regulations, this meant that Fred (then named Mimi) could not make the trip.  We tried to reschedule the passenger so that he could get the required papers.    

He left the counter, with the cat and was never seen again.  Later on, I checked the flight's manifest and, sure enough, he had gotten on the flight to New York.  I found Fred at 1 o'clock in the  morning, still sitting in her carrier at curbside.  The passenger had just left his problems behind.

Fred is now a senior cat and spends most of her time trying to wedge herself between my knees and the underside of my laptop while I work on my Mystory.