Jiggity jig

We're back after a week away. This is the first time we've been in Lyon for a whole week and it was making us a bit stir crazy by Thursday. There isn't much in the apartment in Villeurbanne and although it's nice to do big city stuff with the world at our fingertips, there's only so much of that to do before you want to get back home. Try as we might to adjust to a new life, home is still on the shores of Lac Léman.

We returned home to find our cat missing and the neighbor's report that he hadn't seen her for a few days. Last night after a tour of the neighborhood we heard loud meows coming from the mean renovation guy's house a.k.a. cat-hater extraordinaire. I'd heard his little boys playing in front of our house one day and when they spied our cat lounging on the steps outside one of them said to his playmate "on aime pas les chats!," he then proceeded to shoot her repeatedly with a toy pistol. A whole family of cat haters, great. So, I'm waiting for mean renovation guy to show up so I can explain to him that my cat has been trapped in his house for three days now and could he please not beat her over the head with a shovel, thank you. That is if he shows up this weekend.

cat update: Seb is a god among mortal husbands because he got up at seven a.m. on Sunday morning and rescued Milly from certain shovel bashing death. The mean renovation guy is always kinder to him, solidarity in bricolage and all that, so he probably cushioned things. Nobody can figure out how she got in there though. Cats are damn crafty like that.