I feel bad as I do love them. But recently we were away and got back late. They spent an extra night in the cattery. And … it was bliss.
No cats shoving their arseholes in their face as I try to read my book, able to eat without the cats trying to steal it, grated cheese without the cats trying to steal it, opened the door without cats thundering in and out, it was so lovely and calm.
Is it just me? I’ve always had cats because … well, I’ve always had cats, but mine are currently doing my head in!