Cats, Cats, Cats

We currently have five in residence. By a querk of fate we have over booked on our first intake.

On Monday, Pussycat arrived and joined me in the bedroom (me being in bed with "the back problem"). He is 17 and feels the cold so could not go out into the "cattery". He happily goes for walkies on his lead and is absolutely no bother other than he eats noisily in the middle of the night and insists on chatting very loudly when you go to the loo.

Today Misty and Figgy arrived. They are very large fluffy Maine Coons with the softest natures. Jon and Sue, their owners, assure us that they are not whimps and that they have very thick fur coats which will withstand the sub zero temperatures. John has made them special houses off the floor which I covered with blankets but, as we are cat cosetters, we will observe closely, after all, this is a five star establishment!!

Meanwhile our two know that something is going on. Cleo is sure that it has something to do with the bedroom because all of a sudden she has been banned from going in there.

Diana is taking it all in her stride, so long as dinner is still on time!

I feel sure that I/we will be fully occupied for the next fortnight cleaning litter trays, feeding and fussying to ensure that none of them have psychiatric problems. Needless to say we might have!