I am sitting here awaiting the arrival of my sure to p--sed off cat. He's been in kennels in Heathrow for ten days and was on the overnight BA flight! He will not be well pleased to see me whenever he is delivered to the hotel today!
Living in a hotel apartment with him I know will be any endless challenge. In London he was a house cat. He hated it but lived with it. He tried to escape when he could. Freedom was his game all summer in Cornwall and it will take a year for the shrew population to recover. I am hoping that ten days in a confined space plus many hours in an even smaller one will make this two bedroom apartment seem palatial but I doubt it.
I know he will make a bid for freedom as soon as the door opens and it opens regularly even when I am not here. Hotel staff pop by to empty bins ect. They prop open the door while they do this! Therefore I have been having nightmares of rescuing Snowy from the atrium and the nice tent like structure they have erected for the Iftar! At least it will break his fall but it might startle the diners below!