This was the day I was meeting not one, but TWO people at the local Detroit airport. Earlier, some people were encouraging me to use my purple velvet catsuit as a fursuit with some fur patches, which I did. It's got black plush fur on the cuffs, both ankle and wrist, strips on either side from ankle to under the armpit. Then there's a white bunny fur chest piece, covering the zipper. Yep, I'm wearing it backwards. It was either wear it with a vest, or do the chest piece.

I spent 3 hours putting on the prosthetic and makeup, before my friend, Dave, gets home. It went over well with him, and he kept saying how much he liked it, and couldn't get over how good it looked. Shortly after he gets home and he changes clothes, we leave for the airport.

Oh boy... That was one FUN drive. He drives, and I get to look around. When one does this, you get to have fun with the other drivers. We pass a couple young female joggers, who nearly go nuts, and fall over themselves pointing me out. A few others take a nice look and chuckle to themselves. One driver in particular takes one look in his rearview mirror, quickly does a doubletake in the mirror, and turns around to get a better look. We both wave to him.

Just before getting to the airport, I start getting nervous, wondering if security would let me through or not. We get there, and I put on my shoe covers that were made a couple days ago, as well as my neck piece and collar and go in.

Security? There's the state police, local police, regular airport security, and other assortment of security types all out there. Problems? None at all. They LOVED it. Dave was explaining to a couple people about how I did this and so on. Well, maybe one slight problem, due to the metal in my neck tag, the tag, the belt holding on the tail, and my hearing aids. One security lady uses one of those wands and sweeps me with it. They let me through, still talking about it.

The people coming and going? Whoo-hoo... You had to be there. For the first pickup, just my going through the concourse creates quite a stir. One couple, before they get on their plane, come talk to me and we exchange URLs and email addresses.

Within five minutes of each other, I had an older lady and two teens take my picture with them. The older lady was meeting her grandkids, and wanted to see the fun when our first pickup came off the plane. She was NOT disappointed. She watched and listened as Dave told him (Steve) that I couldn't make it. Then Steve looked quite disappointed, and they walked a few steps. Then Dave points me out, crouching on the ground. You had to see his reaction. We've always pulled off things on each other, practical jokes, that sort of thing, challenging each other to top the last one. I don't think he can top this one. As usual, hugs were exchanged, STILL *NOT* disappointing the older lady watching all this.

What did I tell him in previous chats and emails? To expect me...

*BUT*... Not *HOW* to expect me.

We then leave the concourse, stopping conversations and more smiles and chats as we go out. One place we stop in front of, is a little restaurant called Cheers. Steve stops there, and I stop behind him, off to the side. It's not long before the ENTIRE RESTAURANT goes quiet, and EVERYONE is looking past Steve, at me.

The second pickup was an hour later, going through security again, without problems, with the usual amused reactions and so on. We pass a deaf couple coming back from Italy, and they tell us about the trip, and compliment me on the suit.

This time was different. I had several kids take an interest in me. One in particular had to sit down with me on the floor and TALK with me! He leaves, but before he goes, actually tells me that he'll be back. Shortly, he makes good on his promise, this time saying "I like your whiskers!"

The second pickup (Susie) comes off the plane shortly afterwards, and Dave tells her the same thing he told Steve. She doesn't go far before she sees me sitting on the floor...

"Oh, my God, don't tell me that's *HIM!*"

Yep. 'tis me. Haven't disappointed anyone yet, have I? Just some good surprises. Dave nearly dies laughing right when she says that.

Tailpullers? Just one. While going up the escalator, a couple do it and start talking about it and why I'm doing this.

Then we leave the place, heading back to Dave's apartment, for me to take off the makeup and suit, clean up, and change clothes before we go across the street to dinner.

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