This is the face I make when I realise that the ultra-efficient movers have packed all the fountain pen ink before I could choose a bottle to use for the next wee while.
Anyway, Zen was a champ today. She was miserable in her bathroom quarantine, only calming down when I would sit with her. Then my mom suggested that I put Zen in her carrier and keep her with me in the bedroom as I sorted through stuff. Add the heating-pad and boom! She went right to sleep.
Although she won’t have her beloved heating-pad with her on Monday, Zen will have a much roomier kennel with comfy bedding, and I am hoping that she is able to sleep through the flights. On the way here, I took comfort in knowing that the cats were travelling on the same plane that I was, at least to Heathrow. I won’t have that comfort on the way back.
Writing from: an emptying lounge in Edinburgh. Listening to: just a few moments of silence.