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...which I helped to write.
I was worried about how the team was going to get the kitten on to the plane because they had no papers/shot records/health certificate/cage - nothing. The airline had no trouble selling them a ticket, but I didn't know what some picky gate agent might do when it came time to board.
I'd made a few calls to shelters and rescue organizations myself, and one of them was to the San Antonio Feral Cat Coalition. In speaking to the woman there, I mentioned that I had lived in San Antonio for 2 years during my first assignment with the Air Force nurse corps. To my surprise, she said, "Oh, I was an Air Force nurse, too!"
Good juju or good karma, I thought. 2 former AF nurses on the same cat rescue mission - something good is going to happen. She was kind enough to meet my sons at the airport with a soft-sided carrier, some food, and some litter.
Every late summer/early fall, I send her some pictures of Winston, the rescue cat, and an update on him. She always says she is happy to hear about him, and says how lucky he was to be found by my sons and their team mates.