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The weight limit for a pet taken on a plane as a carryon item is 15 lbs, including carrier. Fiona weighs 12 lbs. Obviously I would never leave her behind, so she's going on a diet, which means that she is being as adorable as possible in the hopes that I will feed her at 4:00am. When I started crying and rolled over to get out of bed to find my pills, she chirped and put her paw on my side and gently tried to pull me back into bed (we were spooning due to lack of space, after Sven rolled over and squished us). Now she's eating a goldfish cracker that I dropped to show me how desperately hungry she is. i mean, she ate all of it. She keeps giving my little kitty kisses on my lips and cheeks, and I can smell the goldfish on her breath. She's up in my lap, facing forward, looking at the screen and trying to type, but she thankfully continues to be distracted by the chirping of a cricket outside. I'm pretty sure it's the same cricket she managed to catch inside last night. It was beautiful, glossy black and big as my thumb, with long antenae and a 3-pronged rear, not one of those freaky stinger/spines. Fiona has tiny, delicate paws, so the cricket escaped easily... until i trapped it in a tupperware and put it outside. but not before it shat in the tupperware. now it won't shut up and I wish I'd let her eat it. It doesn't have a normal cricket call, it's a fucking tweaking opera cricket.