One year the whole family were going camping together for two weeks over Xmas so our cat, and four of my sisters’ cats had to be driven to their holiday lodgings. We’d been assured that their cats were good travellers and would likely just curl up and sleep for the journey.
Suffice to say, they didn’t. Two hurtled around the car like whirligigs, one sat on the front dashboard and drooled copious amounts of cat slobber all over the instrument screen and one got under the accelerator pedal hissing and screaming when we tried to remove her.
We made my sisters pick their own cats up on our return trip.
We’re in a lovely apartment in Exhibition Street. Very central, and found a great little restaurant in Chinatown last night. It’s been five years since I have been in Melbourne so it is a great new experience. I am looking forward to finding all the old book stores.
Getting the cats to the vet- although they were in cat cages they still yowled at the top of their lungs. No problem- my partner knew where the vets was. Except the vet had moved (we normally go to another practice). If that isn’t grounds for a fight I don’t know what is.
The weather’s meant to improve tomorrow - today’s a day for coffee and snacking - try Cumulus Inc, Movida, City Wine Shop on Spring St and St Jude’s in Brunswick. And then onto Polly’s for a decadent cocktail if you’re that way inclined.
I need to be a bit careful. I went to a Chinese place last night and I am already searching for Immodium. I don’t want to be painting the bowl on the flight tomorrow.
