I had sampled the culinary delights of the many restaurants in Colmar, the people had been kind and I was enjoying the good life. But all good things come to an end and I needed somewhere warmer for the winter.
The Armistice signed last summer had ended hostilities with the Germans and alliances had been struck between the fascist nations of Europe. What did that mean for cats?
I headed back to the railyard. I picked a goods train and crept on the train hiding under a tarpaulin. About half a day later I arrived in Montpelier and the warmth was immediately noticeable.
The cathedral offered some shade, so I slunk in and sucked up the smell of incense as I cooled off.
odespinner 