So Cookie and Mahe survived their second plane ride, as well as all the attendant waiting around in a cage in a big warehouse filled with forklifts, and we all survived the constant miaowing on the 2+ hour drive back home from Sydney airport yesterday. (Nobody was made into half a pair of furry slippers, is all I'm saying. Looking at you, miss cookie!)
After 11 weeks cooped up in a cage, our slinky malinkies are bit more chubby furball, which I'm sure will change now that they have space to run around again, but for the first time they look like grown cats rather than slinky kittens.
And now everyone is home, the cats are enjoying being outside and free again for the first time in 11 weeks, and Cole and Imogen are genuinely trying not to suffocate the felines with love. Trying. Very different to succeeding! Thank goodness Cookie and Mahe are as tolerant as ever...and just between you and me, I think they're rather enjoying being the centre of attention again!
*Fear not, for I have a whole host of cheesy song lyrics memorised for all time, and I'm happy to share and get them stuck in your head, too. You're welcome!
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