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What Now?
Ron: Other-Richard's cat carrier won't fit under the seat in front of me. What do we do now?

Jack: I was afraid that might be a problem. We'll have to ask the flight attendant what to do.
Great image!
Am I the only one worried by the emergency exit door? I mean, these humans can be very clumsy.
Yes, I think you are the only one. At least the handle seems to be too high for you and Other-Richard to reach, in case you get curious about it.
It sounds like you've done this carrier stowing before!
Keep Your Seatbelts Fastened
Jack: Miss, we've run into a problem. My traveling partner's emotional support cat won't fit under the seat in his carrier. He's a pretty big fluffy cat.

Flight Attendant: Well, the airline is required to accommodate your emotional support animals. There is an empty seat between you two. How about putting your cats in that seat? They will have to wear a seatbelt, though. Do you think they are compliant enough to do that?
Jack: Oh, yes, we will be sure they behave. They are intelligent cats. We'll explain the rules to them.
Our guys will have a long flight to Paris. My flight to Albuquerque leaves Sunday morning, and I'll be gone through the next Sunday.
I love the bond between Richard and Jack in that last image. Ron and Other-Richard seem a little frozen. Maybe they are nervous fliers.
Actually, my Dad had owned planes since I was a kid. We flew with him a few times.
I guess in my image you are just relaxing serenely, then.
Don't let me derail your story!
I just happen to have frequent anxiety attacks.
At least we are sitting fairly comfortably. Have a good flight yourself, barbult
You should take a left turn
Thanks, Richard.
I noticed your missing whiskers, too, after posting. I'll have to go back and see if I missed including something in the Maine Coon package. Or maybe I was supposed to use the original Zeus whiskers. We'll just say you shaved for the trip. They will probably grow out again when I figure out the problem. Albuquerque is a tough one to spell. I usually have to look it up on the Internet to check my spelling.
got too close to the fireplace maybe, cats can melt their whiskers that way
Cockpit Assistant
Copilot: Where did you come from?
Richard Haseltine: 12B
Copilot: Watch out! Don't step on any of those buttons!!
Richard Haseltine: Oh, no, I won't. That would be bad! I'll be very careful. I saw the pilot leave to go into the restroom. I thought you might need some help up here.
Copilot: Are you a certified Boeing 737 pilot with over 15 years of experience?
Richard Haseltine: No, I'm only 3 years old. But several humans have said that I am certifiable. I am excellent at many many things, though. I might be an excellent pilot if I had the chance to try.
Copilot (chuckling to himself): OK, I could use a hand. Hop carefully over into the pilot's seat. Don't bump ANYTHING!
Richard hops carefully into the pilot's seat.
Copilot: OK, The main pilot is Pilot A. I am Pilot B. Right now I am flying this bird. You are sitting in Pilot A's spot. To put you in control, we have to make Pilot A the active pilot. So look closely at all of those buttons and switches. Do you see the one that says A-U-TO-PILOT? Press that button - ONLY that button. It will set A, yoU, TO PILOT.
Richard: I did it! I am flying this plane! Look, we didn't even crash!
Copilot: Good work! Thanks for helping out. Now don't touch anything else.
Main pilot returns from the restroom.
Pilot: What is going on here? What is a cat doing in here!
Copilot (winking): He ran in to help while you were out of the cockpit. OK, kitty, you can go back to your seat now. The Pilot is back.
Richard Haseltine: Kitty a relative of mine, but I am Richard Haseltine. Thanks for letting me fly the plane.
Richard reluctantly returns to his seat.
Well, that co-pilot is certainly inteligent.
I guess he recognized your inherent talent for operating complicated equipment..
Seems grossly unfair that I can't help...
Regards,
Richard
You were asleep and missed the brief opportunity to dash into the cockpit before the door closed. Richard Haseltine is an excellent sprinter.
Cats tend to be... zero to flat out in one pace.
Regards,
Richard
That rear left paw came dangerously close to causing chaos!
I'm impressed the plane did not lick it's undercarriage ... :)
Indeed. Err, wait, let me think about that one.
Aw, I knew he'd find a way to fly that plane (or at least to think he was flying it)
Great story so far, can't wait fot the next development!
Wake Up, Jack
Back in row 12, with the plane lights turned down, everybody was sound asleep and snoring away. Richard ran back from the cockpit and jumped in Jack's lap, eager to inform Jack that he (Richard Haseltine) flew the plane.
Richard (tapping a paw repeatedly on Jacks face): Jack, Jack, wake up! I flew the pane! I'm an excellent pilot. We didn't crash.
I'll just tell them tomorrow and relive this moment of glory again when I have their full attention, as I deserve.

Jack: Uhhh, I'm trying to sleep. Get off of me Richard. Let me sleep.
Richard: Other-Richard, I flew the plane! Do you hear me?
Other-Richard: Zzzzzzz
Richard: Ron, wake up, I have big news. I flew this plane. Ron... Ron...
Ron: Zzzzzzz
Richard: My moment of glory and nobody will listen...
Note that Other-Richard got his facial hair back. I guess I was supposed to use the Zeus Head Hair. Maine Coon didn't seem to come with any. He looks better now,
Great image.