The cats have a trying journey

We left Ullapool on Sunday after a Walking Club weekend in Newtonmore for James, and a delightful quiet weekend in the cottage for me and the kitties. Tom continued to be very relaxed and went outside to explore two or three times a day, however Flora refused to go outside at all. I don’t know what it is that has spooked her; perhaps it’s because the weather continued windy (but that doesn’t bother her at home) or maybe the smell of the sea and the local vegetation is too alien for her? 

James came back to Ullapool to collect us on Sunday morning, we packed the car and closed up the cottage. The cats were very unhappy on the journey down to Glasgow, worse than in the way up. Tom cried for a lot of the time in his creaky little voice, and Flora did a poo and vomited (again), poor wee thing. I cleaned it up as best I could and they spent the rest of the journey crouched at the opposite end of the cat carrier from where the poo had been. 

However when we arrived home both cats were visibly delighted, running around the house and garden. Flora was jumping in and out of the cat flap happily and later she came to sit on my knee and purred loudly.

We were delighted to find that both Ally and Cat are back in Cambuslang for the week; they were at a wedding in Scotland at the weekend and are staying here because James and Ally are going to the football on Thursday. And then on Friday they will travel down to London to move into their brand new flat on City Island. So since it was Sunday we all had a curry and exchanged stories about what we have all been up to.