The Bide-a-Wee Cattery

I always feel guilty about us leaving the cats at the cattery whenever we go off on holiday. This series is me addressing the sense of guilt.

To be fair, the cattery I always send my cats to is nothing like as basic as the bide-a-wee cattery Smith goes to. It has central heating and perching shelves on several levels and a window to look out of and an external run to play in. However, it still has that florescent-lit central corridor which gives it that forbidding jailhouse atmosphere. And sometimes there's that one cat at the end of the corridor in the Hannibal Lecter mask...