Ok the deed is done and I’m now here home alone like an aged cat lady in my empty (therefore somewhat echoey) very quirky and quiet French abode. For the first time in over 27 years I have spent the night in a home I actually own. Dropped OH at the charming little airport in Carcassonne yesterday . He’s flown back to return with our wonderful kindly U.K. neighbour and our worldly goods. They are packing it all into a large camion and making their way here overnight on Monday .All rather scary as lots to do decorating wise here and officialdom still to face but - baby steps . Appointment made with the local bank to (hopefully) open an account and we’ll take it from there. As a bit of light relief I thought I’d share with you Part Un - our journey down here with our aged cats -a 14 yr old brown Burmese affectionately known as Coco and a hoity toity snow spotted Bengal who goes by the equally posh name of Mia. Both are indoor cats & not used to travelling. We tried cat /car acclimatisation classes in the run up to what we knew would be a somewhat stressful journey for them but they were having none of it. My OH updated his friends on FB in the following vein so rather than go on I’ll reproduce it here - hope you’ll find it amusing
Good bye Ford End (although I’m back tomorrow to drive the furniture down!)…Bonjour Arques . So it was with a mixture of sadness, trepidation & excitement that we made the 22 hour drive down on Wednesday/Thursday with a car packed full of gin & cats - those 2 buggers are the reason it took 22 hours not 15! Despite having purchased a dog carrier that they could both comfortably sleep in with blankets, food bowls & a litter tray Coco decided 3 times to prove herself worthy of cat Mensa and worked out how to undo the zips and lead herself & Mia on the Great Escape! Scarily on one of these escapades Mia also managed to undo the back window and with the wind in her fur briefly resembled a feline Thelma or Louise. Luckily a disaster was averted, Mia saw sense, Coco sat (& pooed) on my lap, and after numerous litter tray, drinking water and sleep stops we made it here safely. Coco seems to have settled in really quickly, Mia seems determined not to make an effort and won’t budge much further than the chair she’s sitting on below. For us it just feels weird. <<
And in conclusion I’m left wondering why we paid out £312 for a pet passport that neither the U.K. nor French border control wanted to even look at!