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Date: 07 June 2009 18:46:05
Charlie, you will be pleased to know, seems slowly to be coming to terms with his new home, though he's still spending a rather large amount of time under the sideboard in his new hiding place. Another week to go before we start to introduce him to the big wide world beyond the door, though it will be a challenge to get the cat flap installed for him - the size of flap he needs is too big to fit the panel in the door!
I'm not sure what he thinks of his sparkly baby-blue harness and lead. No, that's not quite true. I know precisely what he thinks of it.
The journey here was interesting. He hasn't been in a catbox for years and was less than impressed at the suggestion that he should travel in one. He mewed angrily for three and a half hours incessantly - quite indignant at the insubordination of his staff in treating him in such an undignified manner. The car was quite hot. In the back seat were three cages of hamsters - rather more hamsters than we had bargained for as we have gained two more tiddly ones courtesy of one of the Pavlets who is clearly a male! So from the back of the car we had the warm, sweet aroma of sawdust and tiny fluffy things. And in the front we had a giant catbox full of several tons of indignant feline.
A few yards down the A3 and Charlie realises that he really should have gone before we set out. He did look rather apologetic. So imagine it if you will, a carload of animals parked at the side of the A3. A catbox wedged in the driving seat and a patient owner wedged kneeling on the passenger seat with the door shut and the window only slightly ajar, just in case Charlie should make a bid for freedom. Then somehow I had to open the door of the catbox just enough to get an arm inside with the furious feline frantically trying to get the door open even further, grab several blobs of steaming cat excrement and manoevre it out of the catbox without letting the cat out of the bag. Then what do I do with it? No bags. No way of turning round without dropping it. The window not open wide enough for me to lob it over my shoulder and out into the layby. Luckily I had one of those triangular sandwich packs on the floor of the car and was able to use it to scoop up the offending matter while I secured the door of the cat box, fidgetted my way round into a more suitable position for getting the car door open, and squeezed out. Thank goodness. It would have been a long long journey if I hadn't managed to do the job effectively!