Saying goodbye to our family at the airport; us with our human, her brother and parents (her sister-in-law was there too and took the photo). This was taken before we were stuffed into our cages.
She stuffed us into two, separate cages (in compliance with airline rules) and then had to check us in with rest of her bags. Because we are such big, strong, manly cats we were over the "in cabin weight limit". Our human worried about the entire flight, but what she didn't know was that we had better seats than she did!
We spotted a beautiful flight attendant and put on our best sad faces. She felt so bad for us that she sweet talked the pilot into letting us ride in the cabin; not just any cabin, the FIRST CLASS cabin. Roscoe and I ate caviar and drank champagne the entire flight. Soon I got tired and slept while Roscoe entertained himself on the foot rest.
It was so very hard to leave our family and friends behind in America, but coming to Italy is the best (and most interesting) thing that has ever happened to us. We now have a pure bred Italian male to help care for us and our female has never been happier. And happy humans equals happy cats.
We still miss America, but have come to feel right at home in Italy!
**Don't forget to stop by our pizza party tomorrow to celebrate our movaversary**