It’s spring, which means that for the fuzzy members of our cartel, it’s time for their yearly vaccinations.
We are fortunate to have a very kind, English-speaking vet just down the street, and it was from him that the cats received their checkups. As we suspected, Vorenus is nuts while Aurora is, and this is a direct quote, “perfect.” Fezzik, meanwhile, is simply fat; his current weight is 11.3 kilos, which is just shy of 25 pounds.
Since they were at the vet and being vaccinated anyway, we elected to go ahead and get EU passports for the cats, which greatly eases their movement within the Schengen Zone, something that will likely be of benefit when we all eventually return to the US; while we fly Air France, they’re transported via KLM, which necessitates a stop at the Amsterdam Pet Hotel. While I’m not sure as to how we’re supposed to affix their pictures to their respective passports (particularly hilarious is the requirement that all official French photographs [and believe me, we have taken many official photographs at this point] be taken with “neutral facial expressions”; things not usually observed while wrangling a cat into a Photomaton booth), our resident lunatic, our resident princess, and our resident Michelin man are now ready to have grand adventures on the Continent, should they (read: we) so choose.
Alternately, we may encourage Fezzik to set out on a backpacking trip with the hope that he’d return a few kilos lighter.
Fezzik In Paris 