back in ny
So, I am back in New York where the garbage cans are enormous, the toilet paper very soft and the time is six hours earlier than it should be. The cats and I got back after a long but uneventful flight. Everything was smooth from Prague to NY.
The only excitement was when BoBo got diarrhea just when they were serving dinner on the airplane (about two hours after we took off). I cleaned it by using all the paper towels in the bathroom and horrifying a stewardess by doing so in the “galley” which is where they store the food. She asked me to remove my dirty animal immediately, which I did as I was already done. 
After that BoBo slept all the way until the final descent into JFK when he started to cry. He cried through landing, taxi-ing, immigration, and baggage pick-up. He stopped crying for a little while when I gave him some water and then for good when he was reunited with his brothers and sister.
A very nice security guard helped me gather all the cats and bags and go through customs. Without him I would still be somewhere near the baggage claim in JFK airport - because they have a very peculiar kind of cart there… carts which wont move until you push the big cart handle down about a foot. If you let go of the handle for the smallest second, the cart stops immediately causing any loose objects on it to go flying forward. Also, it is impossible to move the cart backwards. Now, with two carts, one laden with four cats and the other with 150 lbs (64 kg) of luggage, it is very difficult to move far fast. The difficulty is further complicated by the crowds of irate travelers who can’t believe that some dumb girl has two carts sitting directly in the middle of the last stretch before they will be free of the airport. All to say that without this guard, things would have been much more difficult.
The customs people didn’t care at all that I had four cats with me. They only real thing the woman there did was peer inside each cat carrier to make sure they were really cats. Then, for show, she opened their little health books containing the Czech government certification that all the cats are healthy. She never did see the page with the certification. She was clearly not interested. Actually, she didn’t even ask for the heath certifications but as I had carried them with me for three thousand miles not to mention tramped all over Prague to get them that as soon as I got to the counter I shoved them at her. She probably had no choice but to at least pretend to look at them.
So after customs, we were home free. Mom and dad were waiting. We drove home, freed the cats, ate dinner, and then I went directly to sleep.