A place to feel at home?

Crossing Berlin from southwest to northeast, just to visit some cute cats in the animal home in Falkenberg. It took me two hours to get there, and two hours back, by bus from Schöneberg across the center to Hackesche Höfe in Mitte, then on by tram crossing Prenzlauer Berg, the Thälmann park with the huge monument for the workers' leader, and Weissensee with a lake busy with people grilling, rowing, not swimming yet, finally by bus to the small village of Falkenberg, with the only clay building in all of Berlin.
Across the fields and blossoming fruit trees (it's the time of the tree blossom festivals in the villages and towns in Berlin outskirts) to the animal "home", a huge building with broad streets and water ways, even fountains, for the visitors, and not so much space for the animals. The cats in this house were living in glass container lookalike places, on their own, if lucky with one other cat. It didn't feel right.
Gustav and Garribald were nice cats indeed, but one seemed to suffer a lot from staying there, he kept hidden inside a basket all the time. The other one was just happy to have me close by, playing and purring and licking my hands. Pity I couldn't take them with me at once, but I have to find somebody to look after them when I'm away for a few days.
Today at work everything went as great as ever. Heinrich was back, my collegue since 1984, the days of IG Druck and Papier. He sent me a mail with a day to remember. Well, I certainly did: we two were working a lot on this union together - then...