Cats!

How can a cat interfere with your best laid plans? We had to take ours to the vet earlier on in the week. Trouble is; our cat doesn’t like travelling. Ten minutes in the cat box and he’s having a bad day. He moans all the way to the vet, empties his bowels and stomach and doesn’t shut up. Then, when he has had all the TLC he can get from the hands of the specialist, and pills and potions to make him better, he continues to moan all the way home. And just when you think he really did empty himself on the way to the surgery, he lets you know that you’re mistaken and he has saved some for the return journey. It just so happens that my grand-daughter travelled up to Scotland from London by train during the week with TWO cats in separate boxes and had no trouble at all. I’d like to wring my cat’s neck, but my wife loves him, so he’s safe. We’ve had him over twelve years, so maybe it’s his age.
But while all this was happening I wanted to get back to my latest book and read it. It’s like I’ve said elsewhere; I’m like a kid with a new toy when my books arrive. There’s nothing quite like handling a brand new, hardback book fresh from the publisher with your own name on it. I read and enjoyed the book (THE BOY FROM BERLIN) even though I’ve read through it a dozen times with the creation, re-writing, editing, proof reading etc., etc. My wife is going to read it now, and she’s my greatest critic. But she loves me and I’m sure she won’t be too harsh on me; she has the cat’s livelihood to think of! See you next week.