The cats and dog were picked up this morning for the drive down to Gatwick. It will be nearly 36 hours before they arrive at their final destination, thanks to a required overnight at the Detroit airport. None of them have ever stayed in a kennel before, so I hope it won’t all be too traumatic for them. The little jet-setters.
Evelyn wants to be a professional wrestler when she grows up. Here she is, practicing with the cat.
An equal opportunity face shot of Bodmin? Life is feeling slightly less bad today, so I’m going to make a real effort to get back into the swing of finding interesting things to photograph.
Finally, a photo of the elusive Zoe. She doesn’t like people very much (other than Gavin), so she tends to stay by herself in a bedroom.
Evelyn learned how the cat flap worked this evening. This encounter with a rather possessed looking Bodmin followed shortly after.
It’s not the best photo, but here are Bodmin (the black one) and Zora (the stripey one). We got them at the same time, as kittens, 5 years ago. They used to be best buddies. Now, since they started to go outside, Bodmin growls every time she see Zora. Quite sad, really.
I figured I should get a photo of them, since Weston seems to be hogging the limelight.
