Originally Posted by
Selah
Speaking of Israel, when DH and I were moving back to America a few years ago, he went ahead of me to set things up, while I packed up the apartment and closed things down. It was my job to take our two cats with us. I took them to Ben Gurion in separate crates. One cat is fat, lazy, friendly, and very good natured. The other one is completely the opposite--she's terrified of change and of strangers, but will hiss and attack to defend herself.
Anyway, some young kid had to check them for...whatever. After swabbing the crates for explosive residue, he became very suspicious that the scared cat was implanted with an explosive device! He told me, "Listen, you'd better make that cat act more friendly to me or I won't let you or the cats on your flight." I explained, blah blah, then finally asked for a supervisor. A young woman came over, I told her the difference between the two cats' personalities and explained that there was no one in the entire world that could make a cat be friendlier than it wanted to be. She took one look at the cats, said a few sharp words to the fellow, rolled her eyes, and waved us all through!