Back to Glasgow with the kitties

The weather continued to be very changeable for our last couple of days in Ullapool. The cats were on good form. I’m glad to say that Flora seems to be absolutely fine and back to normal, whatever “normal” is for Flora! We heard strange noises from under our bed yesterday and when I looked underneath it was Flora, sitting quite happily and bleating like a lamb. Also yesterday, she let off a silent but deadly fart while sitting in my knee, no doubt the remnants of her digestive problems. The smell was too much for her and she left the room! Tom is his usual good-natured self, enjoying his Northern Territory outdoors and sleeping on his favourite chair indoors. When I passed him there the other day he opened his eyes and rolled onto his back, arms and legs outstretched, ready for a tummy rub. When we left Ullapool this morning we were very discreet about our preparations and by the time we lured him into the porch and confined him there briefly, he was only just starting to be suspicious. He knew that the jig was up as soon as we closed the door and he looked horrified when he saw me carry Flora past on our way to the car. Tom soon joined her in their capacious cat crate and we set off, making good time on the way home. When we arrived in Cambuslang both cats were amazed to be home, as usual, and explored the house and garden. 

This evening we had dinner at Ally and Colin’s, and what a lovely time we had. They are such a pleasant couple and like us they are members of the “three children club!” We had a really good laugh and exchanged lots of news and hilarious stories. Dinner was a delicious cauliflower curry with Gunpowder potatoes made by Colin, which were excellent.