It's traumatic for the cats going to the vets, the 15 minute drive sets their hearts racing and their paws sweating. Goodness knows how they will cope with the drive to Gatwick and a flight to Palma. Yes we are taking the cats with us.
It was just a booster jab today and the kindly vet checked the girls over and weighed them on the scales.
"Do they go outside?" the vet queried.
"Er no, not really," I replied "Are they very over-weight?"
"No, not at all, in fact they seem to have lost weight," he answered. "It's just that they are very soft, they have very little muscle," he said feeling their bellies.
"I don't want to offend you, how can I say this....they are couch potatoes!"
Well, yes I knew that. But how on earth do I get a cat to exercise? They are sleeping themselves to death.