Eating dinner this evening and talking with my husband about his impending trip to Washington D.C. whilst stroking the cat, I came up with a great idea.
Everyone knows that cats ease stress (except for those poor soles who are allergic to cats, for whom cats increase stress). Hospices use cat therapy for their patients. Cafes now provide cat therapy for coffee drinkers (not yet in Shrewsbury, I might add). So, now I ask: how about an airline that provides cats to ease the stress of flying?
I think there is definitely a future for people like me (cat people who find the whole being airborne experience quite stressful) in airlines with cats. I’d pay an extra few quids for a cat to sit on my lap during take off and landing.
Picture yourself on a United Airlines flight from London Heathrow to Newark: the in-flight attendant is moving down the aisle, pushing the trolley, with the bottles rattling gently to the turbulence. He stops by your seat and asks: ‘Would you like something to eat, sir? Chicken or vegetarian? Drink? Milk and sugar? Cat? Ginger or black-and-white?’
I think it is a brilliant idea. So good I am going to keep it quite, I’m not going to tell a soul, and my ambition now is to get myself on Dragon’s Den with my idea in time for the next series.