MONTY GOT HIS EXPORT PERMIT!!!!
We are so happy to announce that Monty has been approved to leave Indonesia. His export permit will definitely be framed, alongside my (clean) Criminal History Report from Bandar Lampung, because those are easily the two most ridiculous documents that I have ever had to obtain. At least on Monty’s form, important things, such as his name, are spelt correctly. I Ccannot say the same about my criminal history report.
Anyway, Monty is one step closer to becoming an American cat. Now, I am working reserving him a place on my flights. I am on the right track now, but the whole process started much like getting the export permit did. “Call this person.” “Now call this person” “email this person.” “Just pay.”
See you in two weeks, USA!
I, and everyone I know, expected Monty’s expatriation to a colossal headache. So far though, things couldn’t be going better!
I’ve decided to just pay a guy to go to Jakarta and deal with everything so that I don’t have to. I got the money together, but then he wouldn’t accept it. He said that I should keep the money until everything is processed and Monty is approved to go.
Today, we called Qatar air to see how much additional we would have to pay for him and were told that so long as traveling with Monty doesn’t push me over the weight limit, there will be no additional charge!
I’m getting increasingly more optimistic that Monty will soon be living the American dream!
Too good to be true? Stay tuned.
As a bule (foreigner) the only thing that I can be absolutely sure of is that I’m not getting all the information that I need. And so here we are with Monty’s expatriation.
I have been sent here and there and been told this and that, and we’re at the point where I hand over some money, take a deep breath, and hope for the best.
The guy dealing with all this nonsense claims that he has to go to Jakarta in order to process the final paper work. Some say that this isn’t true, but I’m not in a position to argue, and no one is really, because this is Indonesia. In Indonesia, whether a trip to Jakarta is part of the protocol or not, if the guy you need on your side wants to go to Jakarta for whatever reason, you send him, or else you will see the roadblocks arise, because HE (personally) is the one who is really deciding what has to happen, and he’s making these decisions on the spot.
If all goes well, then, in the next week or so, Monty will be approved to exit Indonesia. That being said, no matter what papers are signed and how many rupiah have been passed around, it’s not over until we get on the plane.
As if knowing that he’s the world’s luckiest former street cat, he’s cranked up the cuteness level
Well, after three days of persistent phone calls, the guy in charge of exporting pets came to EF today to collect Monty’s vaccination book and start processing the papers. The wheels are in motion and while I didn’t deal with him directly, my boss said that he seemed like he really knows what he’s doing.
My level of optimism is rising.
Welcome to the first of entry of my latest series, Monty’s Expatriation! Monty has been there for me through thick and thin during this weird year in Indonesia, so naturally, I am going to try my best to get the Indonesian government on our side and bring him home with me. This is undoubtedly going to be a very Indonesian experience, or in other words, way more complicated than need be.
Monday, I took him to the vet to get the ball rolling. I met a politician at the Sheraton who told me to call him from the vet’s office and that he would be helpful. He really wasn’t. I was told to call the quarantine vet that works down at the port. Then someone else gave me a different contact, who might have a little more pull. I passed all the phone numbers and Monty’s medical records over to my boss and asked for her help. She called the higher up contact, but she was in a meeting, and then didn’t answer when she called again. Then she said that the vet who my vet told me to call was “very friendly and seemed like he wanted to help us, but we needed paper work from the person who handles exporting pets”. We’re supposed to call back today to get the number for whoever that is.
Simply getting a hold of the person who has the answers is ¾ of the battle when trying to accomplish anything in Indonesia. I am, in all seriousness, expecting this mystery person who has the power to grant Monty an export permit to tell me that in order for the forms to valid, I must fill them out while standing on my head in the middle of the road. We’ll see..
Monty has grown up so fast and I can’t believe that he’s the same scrawny, dirty little guy with an eye infection that I brought home about two months ago. Here are some photos that chart a day in the life of Monty Mesteller… it’s a pretty good life for a cat!
Good morning! We start every morning with a cup of coffee on the balcony
Playing in the garden
If we are on the balcony, you can bet that Monty is hanging out with us too.
Auntie Amy encouraging Monty to make friends with another cat. He later invited said cat-friend into our home and let him eat all of his food. That was annoying, but it was good to see him be nice to another cat.
Monty on his play tower that Om Anpan made him. Let’s talk about a spoiled kitten…
Hangin’ out and havin’ fun!
If there’s one thing that Monty has mastered, it’s the nuances of comfort.
Yep, I’d say that Monty is one lucky cat. Everyone who remembers him from his street days can’t believe that he’s grown into such a handsome little man. He talks a lot and can be really demanding if we aren’t paying enough attention to him but he’s great to have around and I wouldn’t trade him for anything!
Here are some flashbacks from right after we brought Monty home…
From Monty’s first night at home. All he wanted to do was snuggle.
Right after we brought him home and before his bath.