Oh. My. Cod. This mog thought he knew muggy, but he was wrong.
The three of us - Heather, her boyfriend and I - flew out this morning from a rather cool and rainy London Stansted airport. The plane ride went smoothly, I fit in a little snooze, and we even got a nice view of the snowy capped Alps as we dove down towards Turin.
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| The Turin Alps |
Little did we know what awaited us on the other side...
No sooner had the stewardess opened the door than a waft of sticky air filled the plane. It was nearing 40 degrees. It was scorchingly sunny. It was humid. And I shed about two tons of fur in a matter of seconds. We were wondering why we'd even come back.
Thankfully, there is more to a country than just its temperature. (Tell that to any Canadian cat, for example. He'll agree!) It is the peo-pals and the ani-pals you know that make all the difference! I mean, just look at how happy my old pal Taddeo was to see us home!
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| Ciao Fluffy!! You came back to casa!! |
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| Did you bring me a regalino from Wales? Like...Welsh catnip? Huh huh? |
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| I wunder if I can jump though these bars? |
Despite the heat, I think I'm happy to be back with my Italian furriends again. We've got a lot of mice hunting, squirrel chasing, and plant pot breaking to catch up on!
This is Fluffy signing off and wishing you all a buona sera! Meow!
