When my cat, Arnold, who was a domestic shorthair, was alive, I flew regularly with him.
I found flight attendants and baggage handlers attentive and kind.
He always traveled in a large kennel, so I had to check him as baggage.
But I kept the kennel with me as long as I could, sometimes taking it with me to the departure gate before surrendering it to the agents.
Once, as I sat at the gate with Arnold, flight attendants there told me just to bring him on board since the flight wasn't crowded.
They said they'd find a place to stash the kennel.
I wanted to ask if Arnold and I could change places. »