Panama, geography and more about that cat

Hello Panama!

I’m here for a travel show and excited to meet with Caribbean, Central and South American travel suppliers. It’s five days of in-person meetings with all the wonderful places I can send people!

And six nights alone in my own luxurious hotel room. I already finished a book.

BB expressed her concern with my being gone. First she said,

“You’re going to be gone for MCAS!”

Nope!

“You’re going to be gone for my field trip!”

Nope!

“I don’t want you to go!”

I know!

Never mind that I have nothing to do with MCAS or the field trip.

BB doesn’t want me to go. RB will miss me, but isn’t having a crisis, Captain is on board and OPAL wanted to know why the heck we woke up at 4am yesterday, but was ready to seize the day until I didn’t take him with me.

We love that cat. He is CRAZY but also ADORABLE.

We took him for his first vet visit before I left. I filled in all the information online ahead of time, including medical records, gender, age, etc.

We walked in and they said,

“How can we help you?”

I pointed at the cat in the plexiglass backpack and said,

“This is Opal!”

“Oh hi Opal! She’s here for her first visit?”

“Yup.”

If we were talking about a person, I would’ve corrected the pronoun, but Opal, Opie, Opester, Opemania, Opalicious, Opamillion doesn’t know the difference and the amount of time I would’ve spent over the last 2 months correcting people would be ridiculous. And for what?

It’s an uphill battle for a testicleless cat, with a “girl” name, for whom gender is a meaningless construct. He has refused to wear his blue bow tie, so what else can we do?

We were shown to an exam room while Opal continued to be referred to as a she.

He enjoyed the room. There were counters to jump between, a window with a bird feeder right outside it, a keyboard to stomp on and a sink to snuggle into.

Aside from the needles, it was a great playdate.

We returned to the waiting area to check out. The woman at the desk, who had greeted us when we first came in, reviewed the notes, gave me a grave look and asked,

“Did you know Opal was a HE?!”

“YES!” Or a they or a whatever.

We picked the name, then got the cat.

Also his parts may be tiny and his sac empty, but it is still very obvious he’s a boy, especially considering the whole area had a close shave for neutering.

He has a light colored body, and dark hair on his face, paws and tail. His pubic hair is in stark contrast to his body. Captain marvels,

“I didn’t know his carpet would match the drapes.”

So it does.

But enough about him.

I disembarked in Panama City and was met at my gate by a VIP meet and greet. She whisked me through the airport, through immigration, through customs and I was in the transfer to my hotel before I knew what happened. I recommend this.

It was lovely, but also did not give me time to stop in the airport for a donut. I will rectify this on the way out.

People were asking what I was doing for Mother’s Day. We went out for Indian lunch buffet, but being away this week is Mother’s Day enough for me.

RB couldn’t remember the restaurant and asked,

“Indian lunch buffet? Do I like that?”

“You better take snacks along.”

As we walked up to the restaurant door, RB exclaimed,

“I LOVE the food here!”

“You do?!”

BB and the rest of us went straight to the buffet and piled our plates up, RB sat down and opened a bag of Pirate’s Booty.

It’s starting to feel like the home stretch to summer vacation!

BB just finished learning all of her states and capitals.

I was surprised to learn that’s still a thing. What is the point of memorizing them? I don’t know who of my peers has retained them, but I have not.

I have now spent many weeks managing BB’s anxiety about learning them. They did one section of the country at a time over the course of months. A perfect score on the practice test earned an exemption from having to take the actual test.

BB is more self-motivated than I ever was. She was determined to get a perfect score on all the practice tests.

In an effort to dispel her anxiety, I tried to reassure her that I didn’t think learning this mattered.

That did not help at all.

Then the first practice test came home with a perfect score and I was surprised to find myself outraged.

The test provided a list of states and capitals. The kids just had to match them up and remember the abbreviation and geographical location.

I found myself ranting,

“When I was a kid we had to memorize it all! There was no list provided!”

BB just stared at me.

Yes, I went from saying I didn’t understand the point, to saying the test was too easy.

I do think there’s value in understanding the geography. I was just chatting with Captain about flight routes to Tahiti. He was curious about why it’s such a long flight.

I explained that it’s past Hawaii and how long it would take. He nods his head,

“I guess I always think of Hawaii in that box not too far away.”

The good news is that Panama is a lot closer than that Hawaii box. It’s a 5.5 hour direct flight from Boston and only an hour time difference. I’ll keep you posted. Eventually.

Working!

So excited to introduce the newest member of our family, Mr. Opal Shane Prada Curtis!

School vacation week and I’m home alone! As much as I love traveling with or without my children. I’m also a HUGE fan of being home alone without them.

And I’m not totally alone. Captain is here and there’s a new guy Opal snoozing in the corner.

Our kitten has arrived! Opal Shane Prada Curtis. Aka Opie. Opes. Opester. Opalicious. Opaltastic. Opalite.

BB named him. We may have been listening to Taylor Swift.

Opal sounds like he might be a she, but he is a he. Or a they. His testicles are long gone.

He is a love and an absolute maniac. He’s a decent split of sweet, sleepy cuddles and pure chaos.

As much as I would identify as a dog person, Opal’s immediate and consistent use of the litter box is EVERYTHING. So maybe I’m a dog person currently in my cat era.

I’m also pretty sure I’ve lost my mind.

It started when I bought the robotic self-cleaning litter box, then a cat tree that goes up to our ceiling, then cat toys, a self-filtering water fountain bowl, cat beds, and last but not least, a cat treadmill.

As I pushed aside kid toys in an already overflowing living room, Captain looked on in disbelief. There was still no cat in our house, but I was ready.

Fast forward to last night when Opal slept for most of the night on Captain’s chest.

I am a love-to-snuggle-while-I’m-awake person, then I want to roll over, have no contact with anyone and fall asleep.

Captain will very happily snuggle while awake and asleep, so Opal picked the right person.

Although really Opal’s person is BB. When she’s here, we close Opal in with her at night. Which is great.

I thought Opal was going to start World War III with my girls having a cat fight for the ages, but not the biggest surprise, RB is somewhat terrified.

Before Opal’s arrival, the original plan had been that we’d try to get Opal to alternate nights sleeping with one kid then the other.

That was probably always going to be impossible, so a near miss on that crisis. RB doesn’t scream every time the cat comes near her, but enough that he’s learned she shouldn’t be his first choice.

If you ask RB what she wants to be when she grows up she says,

“A singer, but not the main one. A veterinarian. A soccer player and a tennis player.”

So after another high pitch scream when the three-pound kitten rubbed her leg, I mentioned,

“It doesn’t seem like you’d enjoy being a veterinarian.”

RB scowled at me, marched to her room, slammed her door and said,

“Don’t let that cat in here. I don’t want him messing up my stuff.”

BB is obsessed with him enough for all of us. Opal and BB have found true love and RB has time for self-discovery before applying for vet school.

After 30,000 cat photos in the last week, it looks like my photo app will now be dedicated to Opal. What kids? Haven’t seen them.

Countdown to kitty! And the new year!

What a whirlwind! Germany, Austria, Switzerland, skiing, working, Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Hanukkah, Christmas… breathe.

It has been a MONTH.

As the cookie crumbs settled on all the new things I need to find a place for, including a cat tree (more on that later), I was desperately craving Jewish-Christmas dinner: Chinese food.

My babies have been playing together 80% beautifully and 20% blood-curdling screams.

Mid-sibling fight I stuff them in the car and head to the restaurant.

There’s a pause in the brawl. BB comes up for air and says,

“Can I ask you something weird?”

“Of course.”

“Can RB and I have a sleepover?”

That’s not as weird as I was mentally preparing for. “If RB wants to.”

“Sure do!!!”

So the screaming is done and they’re ready for snuggles.

The Chinese restaurant is packed! There are multiple tables full of to-go bags. BB asks,

“Are all these people Jewish?”

“No way.”

If all those people were Jewish, I wouldn’t be filing away the millionth Christmas coloring sheet from school.

Many of RB and BB’s gifts were shared. The larger the physical size of the gift, the more likely it’s shared. Who’s got space for two American Girl doll vet clinics? Not I.

I’m still trying to make room for one.

So one cat. Two kids. I joked with Captain,

“Maybe we need two cats?”

He looked at me like I had truly lost my mind. Maybe I have. Maybe when there’s a cat tug of war, I will look prophetic.

Captain has joked about evening out the gender disparity and two male cats would do the trick. As long as we’re not worried about who has balls or not.

So the biggest concern for BB and RB is: where will this cat sleep? Will it understand that it needs to evenly divide its time between the two girls’ beds? Or will they have sleepovers in perpetuity?

Maybe the cat will just sleep with me.

What a year! One of the best and there are still two days left. Happy New Year! See you in 2026!

Come for the breathtaking views and guaranteed snow. Stay for the delicious food, the best après ski and the friendliest hospitality. I went to three amazing Austrian ski resorts:
⛷️Ischgl – ski endless runs in Austria and Switzerland with one of the most high tech lift systems in the world! Think no lines, heated seats and only minutes to the peak. On the Ikon pass.
🗻Sölden – ski on the glacier! Epic pass
🏂Gurgl – super family friendly! Epic