Where the heart is...home

We arrived in Oregon on Wednesday but didn't actually sleep in our own beds until last night. Jetlag is affecting us all but not enough to prevent an overall warm fuzzy feeling about being home.
Leaving Charles de Gaulle airport turned out to be a little nerve racking... we got there three and a half hours early...too early in fact, but due to an emergency evacuation of the Air France/Delta ticket areas because of an abandoned suitcase, and thanks to a wrong steer from a ticket agent who sent us to the wrong area we ended up having to run (literally) to catch our plane. All went well though and we're here, home.
As we turned on to our street, Colm yelled out, "I know this place!" We pulled into our driveway and out waddled a cat roughly the size and shape of a bear cub. Jasper was like, "Man I thought you were just going out for the paper...what took you so long?"
He dropped himself like a sack of potatoes on our shoe tops and we settled in.