The last 24 hours in the US, for a while anyway - Part 4

DH and I drove off to the freight facility, luckily finding where we were supposed to go only getting lost once. DH practically sprinted inside while I searched for the paperwork and my passport for id. I met him inside the "Pets on Jets" office, and we were told that both kitties were there doing well, and we had to go to some other office first to collect the release form from British customs before we could take the kitties with us. We waited about 15 more minutes for our customs release, and then it was the moment we had been waiting for. The dude at Pets on Jets lifted Henry first onto the desk, handing him over to us. He was nervous looking, but fine, and DH grabbed him. Then came Eliza, smelling like cat pee (she had gone in her little cage, Henry had done better to hold it) and crying her fool head off again, but nonetheless fine. The dude handed me the form showing that they had successfully been cleared out of quarantine and customs and we were free to take them home, at which point I cried while shaking his hand thanking him. We loaded the kitties into the car, turned on the fan to blow Eliza's stinkiness away from us, and made the 1.5 hour trip back to Harrogate, family intact.

This picture is what made all the drama and stress worthwhile:


Henry and Eliza in the top floor window in our house in Harrogate.

P.S. Yes, despite the obvious sunshine, it is indeed Harrogate, England. We just happen to be having a rare, sunny morning. I am sure it will be raining before evening.