The eagle has landed. Or in this case, the cat. We have yet to hear all the details of the flight, but his four feet are safely on American soil though he yowled the whole way and escaped at least once from his carrier. He quickly asserted his role as the alpha cat in the Moore household and seems none the worse for the trip. Haven't checked in with his escorts yet, to see if they survived the voyage as well. Hats off to Grandma Dee, Joy, vets Yuri and Valera, new cat hosts Grandpa John and Grandma Darlin' for a successful cat transfer. Anyone up to taking him to Florida in August?
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Funny stuff! I can just hear that yowl. I'm sure he was saying very un-nice things in Russian. Maybe the American cats won't understand a word he meows. Ü
I don't even really know you or too much about your time in Russia, but even I can feel the saddness at leaving. I hope your last week was all you wanted it to be. It's odd for me to see/learn that your kiddos played baseball in Russia. I'm not sure why, except that, I guess, it seems such a very American thing to do.
blessings galore as you begin your new journey,
GfG
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