Friday cat blogging--homeward bound edition

We leave Paris for home tomorrow morning, and on Sunday morning, we pick up Roxie and Velma from their boarding facility. Or so they wish us to believe. We are convinced, however, that they followed us to Paris and are sitting in cafes, wearing flashy scarves and smoking nip cigarettes, always a few steps ahead of us. We think this might be why we hear police sirens all night long, too.