My Furcation

Instead of being able to go away with my mum, I got taken to the cattery - my very own cat hotel. The ladies there are nice, except before you get taken to your room they weight you, check your teefies and inspect your furs. I tell you mum, if that happened to you, you might never go away again!

Then they only feeds you twice a day, checks out that you poops correctly (appartently some of my holiday buddies don't know it belongs in the litter box), watch you to see you get along with the neighbours and then fills in your report card.

My comment says "Poppy was a sweetheart as usual". Awww I love you cat hotel ladies.

Bestest thing was to come home and spend all night tucked up with my mum on our bed.