Written by Rod and Hamish

It’s Monday evening and we are googling for things to do not far from our apartment in Ballancourt. One of us stumbles across a Zoo for Cats – Le Parc des Felins, which is about 50 minutes from here, or 75 minutes if we follow Sat Nav.

Hamish: I woke early and had no coffee, like the Wonky Donkey, and no toast. I had ‘Pop’ cereal (a la Mr Bean) and yoghurt with banana. A quick play on the Space Invaders game on the IPad, whilst the big people slowly get ready.

We get in the car and type in the address for Sat Nav. We get hopelessly lost 5 minutes down the road, in Mennecy. The streets worryingly get thinner and thinner yet again. Hamish listens in his headphones to ‘My Baby’s Taking Me Home’ ad infinitum, signing along most of the while. Eventually we extricate ourselves and type in another address. This time Sat Nav seems more at ease.

Hamish: We get to the park and I am read the rules: no running, no throwing things at the animals, stay on the paths and keep off the lovely green grass. We have lunch straight away. I have chips and a cheesy pie. Before we see many cats, we have fun with some very friendly goats; not even one single roar.

We walk over to Lemur Island. That was so fun, those Meerkats (lemurs).

The cats were (mostly) so big. Some cats are babies, some cats are grown-ups. Some cats were sleeping, some were walking, such as the tigers and the lions.

Then we get on the train. My hands were out, but they were not meant to be. It was so good that my hands were not out at the end.

After the train we go to a movie that was called ‘Tigrrr’. (As it was in 4D) The snake in the movie got water out of his mouth, Jessie’s knee got wet, we went all dizzy and stuff. The movie went for 8 minutes. Then we got out, and I bought a lemur. It’s got long legs. He is furry, fluffy and purple. His hands stick together so he can hang off daddy’s car seat and I can throw him up the stairs.

Sat Nav has no trouble getting us home.