...to Cadrieu; Monsieur Winkelmann made his way to us by truck in pieces. It hadn't crossed my mind that Monsieur Winkelmann would have been difficult to sell in Paris. Places are so small, and a big boy like him needs a lot of room. In fact, after looking at many many options for his new home at the Chatette; I decided that he was to have a room all his own.
Monsieur Winkelmann's piano room was born.
Of course, getting him into the Chatette to begin with was going to be no less of a challenge. I was impressed with these guys beyond belief. The guts of my guy was hauled up the 10 stone steps from the garden and then rolled across the uncovered and covered terrace, so he could be gently swung into the piano room.
These pictures are worth more than a thousand words.
I looked on in awe!
But, we were ready. I'd already had special spots for Mom and Grandma.
On that day; the Chatette, Dali, Sammie Cat,
Monsieur Winkelmann and I, became a "we".
He so enriches our lives. I miss him every day. But then, as Monsieur Jolly told me when he finished tuning him up for me before I headed back to the states in 2014: "He'll be waiting right here for you whenever you return."
And, he is...that's more than I can say for most men that I know!
Happy Saturday!
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