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" I was asked.
"By air, of course, they will travel with us," I answered.
The formalities were considerable, the delays long. The
Irish officials were helpful in the extreme, the Canadians
not at all helpful. The American Consulate offered far more
help than did the Canadian. We were fingerprinted and
investigated, then we went for our medical examinations.
I failed. "Too many scars," said the doctor. "You will have
to be X-rayed." The Irish doctor who X-rayed me looked
at me with compassion. "You must have had a terrible life."
he said. "Those scars . . . ! I shall have to report my findings
to the Canadian Board of Health. In view of your age I
anticipate that they will admit you to Canada, subject to
certain conditions."
The Lady Ku'ei and Mrs. Fifi Greywhiskers were ex-
amined by a veterinary surgeon and both pronounced fit.
While waiting for a ruling about my case, we made en-
quiries about taking the cats on the plane with us. Only
Swissair would agree, so we provisionally booked with them.
Days later I was called to the Canadian Embassy. A man
looked at me sourly. "You are sick!" he said. "I have to be
sure that you will not be a charge on the country." He
fiddled and fiddled, and then, as if with immense effort,
said, "Montreal has authorized your entry provided you
report to the Board of Health immediately you arrive, and
take whatever treatment they say you need. If you don't
agree, you can't go," he said, hopefully. It seemed very
strange to me that so many Embassy officials in other
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