A busy day……we packed before breakfast, checked out of the hotel, took a taxi to the airport and arrived in plenty of time to relax in the bar before take-off.
The plane left late but arrived in Toulouse on time. Our suitcases were the first ones on the turnstile, the customs men waved us through, our rental car was car was ready and waiting for us, the rush hour traffic surprisingly moved smoothly through town and we arrived at Chateau Miaou before the sun set!
Things had been going well…..too well. We encountered our first problem of the day…..Felix. He looked through us as if we didn’t exist. When we got out his carry-case, he jumped up to the window…..out of reach. Sharon said he had been fine the whole time…..eating well and playing with the little kitten next door…..so I guess this was staged just to remind us who’s the boss.
It started raining on the way home and never let up. Felix, so chatty the last time we picked him up, was sullenly silent the whole trip. We tried to coax a few meows out of him…..but there was nothing…..nothing but the icy stare.
We stopped at the mailbox before driving up to the cottage. Craig opened the car door. Perhaps it was the smell of his now familar outdoors? Felix now started talking to us. Softly letting us know he was happy to be home.
Bienvenue à la maison, Felix…….Welcome home, Felix