Moving seems to become my hobby. I started to call my cats "gipsy cats". 2009 fully recovered finally to Italy. Sold more or less all my stuff at the markets in Germany and bought some long travel boxes for my two cats. Gismo normally the "Bitcher" was bitching like expected the first 100 kilometers. Cookie with breaks to catch air almost the half ways.
But they were fine in their big boxes with the waterplace. Only had to stop for changing the insoles two times after Cookie was doing a shit - what a smell.
Arrived Gismo was making an inspection and was "at home", Cookie was a little more
scared and needed two days. But then he was already going outside. - gipsy cats.
I was very happy that my cats were moving with me over this long distance without any problems. Gismo my almost blind, sick cat and Cookie my healthy cat (... I thought).
Could it be we are "Home" now?
But fortune or destiny is a mean bitch and always hits you when you don't expect it.
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