Friday of half term break. My half-baked plans for holiday did not materialize, but we’ve made do with lots of pancakes and Wii, a few day trips, and today: building an amusement park for the cats.
It’s not that I’m a crazy cat lady. It’s just that I’m so glad to have them with us again, I’ve dedicated an entire corner of my sun room to the cats. This is slowly evolving in to a crazy-book and crazy-cat room. Stick my Tassimo in here and there’d be no reason to come out. Crazy cat-book-coffee lady, that’s me.
I haven’t quite worked out the cat’s place in the UK domestic animal hierarchy. The biggest local pet store has a decent variety of food and some varieties of litter, but nothing like what I’m used to seeing, and all in small sizes. Our cat tree was obtained online — no luck finding anything locally. While looking for it, I discovered the new-to-me sub-genre of outdoor cat shelters. This is another one of those thing that I’m going to think of as uniquely English, accurate or not, because I’d never heard of them before we moved here. Do English cats most often live outside?