We’re back in Ullapool, and because we will be here for a fortnight we brought the cats. Flora didn’t suspect that the journey lay ahead of her on Friday morning as she napped on the sheepskin rug upstairs, however observant Tom noticed James carrying his travel bag downstairs and immediately headed for the cat flap. James had already locked it so Tom was confined to the back room as we packed the last few things into the car. However I needed to take a bag of rubbish outside to the bin, and although I tried to open the door as little as possible when I came back indoors, Tom was too wily for me and slipped out past me. I ran after him but it was too late; he scarpered into the Reids’ garden and I lost sight of him.
James and I made a cup of tea while we waited for him to return, but there was no sign of him and we reckoned that he was probably watching us from somewhere in the garden. Then inspiration struck; I got into the car and drove along the road and round the corner into Douglas Drive, where I parked, in the hope that Tom would think that we had left and that he could safely return home. Sure enough he strolled back in through the cat flap ten minutes later; James quickly locked it again and phoned me to return with the car. Five minutes after that both cats were in their cat carrier inside the car and we were able to set off. We felt quite triumphant but, as Jennifer pointed out, our two giant human brains had only just managed to outwit the tiny brain of Tom cat!
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