Well, this is weird.
I dropped Hobo off at the cattery yesterday. His first visit, ever (we normally have a cat sitter for holidays), but it's in his own interests. The packers will be here in an hour, and they'll be doing a partial load too, so monitoring the doors would have been a nightmare and he'd have liked the noise even less than he liked being taken to Stalag Luft 17.
But this is the first day we've been in the house without him since we brought him home in December 2012.
No spiky feet on the duvet, and extremely loud purring to wake us up.
No litter box to clean
No food to put down
No trip hazard on the stairs
And - worst of all - I didn't have to save a little bit of my porridge breakfast so he could have licks.
Roll on Saturday, when we bring him home to his new home.
