Eschewing the cattery which has contained Grolly reasonably happily in the past, we had a hunt around for somewhere a little larger. The thought of Grolly trying to avoid Benjamin's leaps to the head in a 1m by 2m pen didn't really appeal.
So, deciding they were probably entitled to their own holiday too, we hunted around at the higher end of the cat hotel spectrum. And found a place which had plenty of space for their cat tree and tunnel, and a chap employed to play with the cats all day long. And hoped they'd survive in such close quarters.
I think it's safe to say they did. Not best of friends now, but I haven't heard a single hiss since they returned. Grolly is busy being deeply affectionate, and Benjamin, well, Benjamin is wrestling with the concept of bedding and apparently prefers to climb into the duvet rather than under or over it. It's a disconcerting feeling, to wake up to a purring perambulating lump of duvet under your hand. There are worse starts to the day though; I'll take this!
Tia
2 comments:
Those are seriously good looking cats - we are down to 14 now.
R
This is off topic, but can you help. A 7 year old asked me "Why are all the children on Mr Tumble sick?"
I wasn't really sure what to say but said "They aren't sick, some children take longer to learn things, find it hard to talk,or can't hear,sometimes they talk with their hands." Then we talked about the signs we knew and practised them.
Any other ideas?
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