On Sunday evening, we finally picked up the boys, Irving Norman [pictured above] and George Henry [pictured below] from their luxury feline resort. They have been pampered and kept in the style to which they've grown accustomed for a long couple of months, while Jodie made the move to Tasmania, and we moved into Schouten House. If you would like to check out where they stayed, head over to the Catnip Cattery website. It is simply the best cattery anywhere near Hobart, and Narelle was magnificent... not just for the boys, but for Jodie, and the flow on effects for having all three of them relaxed and happy was just superb for me!
The boys were very brave on the car ride back up to Swansea, mostly in the dark, and were immediately at home in the brewery. The have a whole room to themselves [well, except for all the boxes!] in the new house, which has a donated arm chair - and should get decked out with their kitty caves, a new scratchy and plenty of toys.Hopefully tomorrow, George might not be soooo excited to be home, that he even lets us have a little sleep in...
Devils. Tasmanian Devils. On the way home in the dark, we managed not to hit half a dozen possums, one rotund paddymelon, and two devils. I don't know if it was the shaddow from the lights of the car, but they look freaking huge - like dogs. Dogs. Except for moving like monkeys with no neck, and shoulders like brick out*-houses. I'm glad they are carrion eaters, because when they look back at you, it's like they are saying - you're next. Now... this all happened rather quickly, and my eyes were mostly on the road... I'll try and get a photo of one next time.
*Thesaurus again
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