LA International Airport where Lankan Pottu roamed
American Jim Ranalli spent two years in Sri Lanka
as an English Language Teahing Consultant at the Bandaranaike Centre
for International Studies. When he returned to the US this month,
Jim’s pet cat Pottu went too. But it turned out to be one
incredible journey for this little feline as Jim Ranalli writes:
Pottu is one of two cats I adopted during my just-completed
two-year stay in Sri Lanka. (Pottu is a Tamil word for the “third
eye”, the ornament that Hindus wear on their foreheads to
ward off evil.) Originally I’d hoped to bring both Pottu and
her big brother Frank back with me to the US but unfortunately you’re
only allowed one pet in the graduate student housing at Iowa State
University where I’ll be living, so I left Frank in the care
of my good friend Manjula and her family, who know and love him.
Pottu was scheduled to follow me about four days
after I arrived in California. We were travelling separately because
on the way home I stopped in Seoul for a week to visit friends.
Well, on her scheduled arrival day my friend Dina
and I drove to Los Angeles International Airport (known locally
as “LAX”). After a few hours of bureaucratic paper-shuffling
and office-hopping, we finally had everything in order and were
standing at the front desk of Lufthansa Cargo waiting to take possession.
I was just about to ask why it was taking so long when one of the
Lufthansa staffers came out and asked, “Who’s here for
the cat?” “I am.”
“Well, we got a problem. Your cage is here
but there’s no cat in it.”
I thought he was joking but he wasn’t. Poor
Pottu had indeed arrived in LA and been offloaded from the plane
but on the way from the arrival area to the Lufthansa Cargo warehouse
she had somehow gotten out of her cage and scampered off. In other
words, she was loose somewhere inside LAX.
This was bad. LAX is one of the largest and busiest
airports in the world. There are a million places she could hide
and a hundred ways she could get injured or killed. Plus she must
have been scared out of her wits, since up to that point she’d
led a very sheltered existence as an inside cat and had had no chance
to develop any street smarts. Suddenly she was on her own in a huge
and terrifying asphalt jungle with vehicles rumbling by and jumbo
jets screaming overhead.
How had she gotten out? Well, the cat carrier’s
metal-grill door had been secured with plastic cable ties by the
shipping agent in Sri Lanka to make sure it didn’t open en
route. But after the airport veterinarian in Frankfurt had taken
her out for a routine examination during her layover in Germany,
he apparently hadn’t resealed the door. When the carrier was
loaded onto the luggage transport at LAX, the door’s plastic
latches had been loosened, perhaps as the carrier was jostled around
among the other baggage. The door had been knocked open wide enough
for her to escape, and escape she had.
This immediately led to a frantic search on the
part of Lufthansa staff and the airport authorities, since it’s
potentially dangerous to have an animal walking around on the tarmac
and runways. The Lufthansa Cargo director told me later that all
airport ground traffic was stopped for three minutes to allow the
airport police to do a sweep of the premises (Pottu will henceforth
be known as "the cat who shut down LAX"). But unfortunately
the search turned up nothing.
Meanwhile, Dina and I waited around for another
couple of hours until it became clear that Pottu wasn’t going
to be found that day. I left with the assurances of Lufthansa Cargo’s
terminal manager, Rigo Cabrera, that he would do everything possible
to find my cat.
That night I tossed and turned dreaming of cute,
furry kittens being squashed by airport trucks or sucked into jet
engines. I woke the next day feeling depressed and hopeless. But
when I came downstairs, my mom had a good idea: why not take the
story to the local TV news stations? Surely they’d eat this
sort of thing up. So I dashed off an email including a summary of
the events and a few pictures of Pottu to all the news channels
and sure enough within an hour I was on the phone with a reporter
from KCAL, the CBS affiliate, making arrangements for an interview
at my parents’ house. The brief spot appeared on that evening’s
5 o’clock news.
I had two hopes for the news story: 1) that it
might goad the airport authorities into intensifying their search;
and 2) that it would inform people in the neighbourhoods surrounding
LAX what to do in case they found a well-groomed, exotic-looking
kitten wandering near their home or apartment.
But despite these hopes and the airing of the
story, another two days passed with no sign of Pottu.
Fortunately, Rigo was good about keeping me in
the loop and he seemed to be working hard to locate her, sending
advisories to the other companies operating at the airport and even
combing LA’s lost-pet websites looking for mention of my cat.
One lead came in that sounded promising: there had been a report
of a truck driver in the airport finding a cat and turning it over
to the airport police. But when Rigo went to the police post to
investigate, they had no idea what he was talking about. The log
book showed no reports of anyone turning in a cat.
So he went to the company where the driver worked
and talked with him and his supervisor. The driver claimed he’d
given the cat to a “Hispanic-looking” police officer
but could provide no further details. Rigo thought the story sounded
suspicious. When the driver failed to respond to his other enquiries,
Rigo made it clear that soon it would be the Los Angeles Police
Department, not Lufthansa, who’d be asking the questions next
time.
Friday rolled around. Pottu had now been missing
for four days. I was more dejected than ever. That day I drove back
up to LA to meet my aunt for lunch. Just after we’d finished
eating and were getting into the car, I got a call from the KCAL
news desk. Someone had called to say they had my cat.
It turns out that the day after Rigo had threatened
the truck driver, Pottu miraculously appeared in front of the Hilton
Hotel on busy Century Boulevard on the outskirts of the airport.
An off-duty TSA agent (one of those folks who frisk you and x-ray
your luggage) said she came upon a group of people fussing over
a lost and hungry-looking kitten. The woman, whose name is Roberta,
happened to be a cat person and she was worried that Pottu might
wander into the street if left on her own. So she scooped her up
in a box and took her home. Later that day Roberta was talking to
a co-worker about the incident. By chance the co-worker had seen
Tuesday’s news broadcast and together they quickly surmised
that this might be the celebrity missing cat.
They confirmed it by viewing the pictures of Pottu
posted on KCAL’s website and then called the news desk. The
news desk then called me and put us in touch with each other. I
picked up Pottu from Roberta’s house an hour later.
Needless to say I’m relieved and happy to
have my cat back. For her part, Pottu seemed out of sorts at first
– she gave me a good chewing out on the drive home –
but she’s bounced back quickly and is up to her old antics.
I just wonder how many of her nine lives were used up in this misadventure.
Before I finish, let me acknowledge the heroes
of this story: first of all, my lovely mother for giving me the
idea to go to the TV news; secondly, Rigo Cabrera for going above
and beyond the call of duty in trying to reunite me and my cat;
thirdly, the good folks of KCAL News for their interest and follow-through;
and finally, Roberta and her co-worker Carrie for being cat-lovers
and good Samaritans. Pottu and I owe them all a big debt of thanks.
Some have asked what’s next for Pottu and
me. Well, amid preparations for our move to Iowa early next month
we’re trying to market our story to Cat Fancy magazine. We’re
also thinking of writing a children’s book and hoping some
enterprising executive at Pixar or Dreamworks will want to option
the story for an animated feature. (This is LA, after all.) In which
case, our next update won’t be from Iowa but Hollywood. Watch
this space.
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