So, here I am. After a journey that went on forever I finally arrived in Paris yesterday morning. Then I had to wait in my carrier in something called a bonded warehouse until my new mum and dad got me cleared through Customs. (That wasn't too bad because there were some nice men in the warehouse who gave me lots of strokes and kept me warm.) Then we had to get a taxi from the warehouse to the train station and wait for something called a TGV, which goes very fast. Or at least I think it does because, to be honest, after a while I fell asleep. Finally, at Avignon we got into my dad's car, where I sat on the backseat looking at the countryside, which is nothing like Barbados at all!
Now I'm here in my new house in my new village, which I like a lot. I've already met the people who run the cafe and the pharmacy and the travel agency, and a little black and white dog called Snoopy who took a couple of sniffs of me and then wandered away.
Apparently, I live with three cats who are supposed to be my new friends but I've only caught sight of one of them - and she ran a mile. That doesn't seem very friendly to me! I would have run after her so we could play but my dad had hold of my collar, so I couldn't. Maybe next time?
Anyway, I've got plenty of places to sleep. There is a sofa in my dad's office which I'm allowed to lie on, and another sofa on the mezzanine, which I'm not - but I did anyway. And I've got a blanket on the floor of my mum and dad's bedroom so I can keep an eye on them.
I haven't been allowed to explore the ground floor yet - I think that's where the cats may live - but I will as soon as I get the chance.
All in all, I think I'm going to very happy here, even if I do miss Laura. I wonder when she'll come to see me?
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