Cleo was meow-ing loudly as she arrived. Lupin had given up all hope I think.
We let them out of their wooden boxes and cuddled them furiously, despite them stinking of pee. Keeping them in one room, the last of the English Felix cat food was wolfed down in a nano second before they walked with purpose exploring their new surroundings.
They protested loudly at being kept in the spare bedroom wanting to be with the family. If cats could speak, Lupin would have struggled with words fighting back the tears with relief.
I have never seen happier cats.
Three days in, the Spanish cat food is delicious and the coolest places to snooze have been discovered. It will be a month before I let them outside where they will have to learn the language quickly. I'm not sure the locals are that friendly around these parts.
Milady for m'ladies
French food in Spain for my Euro-cats
Everything is the same but just a little bit different