At long last, we are at home. Two weeks and 4,556 miles later, we walked through the front door of the condo, put down our bags (not too many, because the little car has a little trunk!), and plopped down in our chairs. Hue seemed happy to see us – by that, I mean she wound herself around each of our legs a few times and then scampered over to the scratching post to relieve her anxiety.
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