At first, Faith was really unsure about visiting the Grand Mews in Wales and Aunty Jobo, but once she realised where she was, she was happy to race about and fill her memory banks of when she was 9 months old and she had her first Christmas there. Unfortunately, Lillibet was a bit clingy, so Faith beat her about the head a few times and was mighty grumbly for a few days. Now familiar with her surroundings, she tried to climb onto kitchen surfaces and tablecloths to see out of the high windows... After this little debacle, we were somewhat banned from the kitchen. "It's not like home" she kept saying as the Parentals lifted her down for the umpteenth time to rescue the table cloth from Litter feet!
Lillibet, once settled, became so bold. She was enjoying the freedom of running from one end of the bungalow to the other and you could hear her little bell tinkling on her collar. Personally, I think it was this she was trying to get away from. There was a super chair that was brand new and never a claw had stuck it! This, of course, was Lillibets favourite chair. It was by the window and looked out over the fields. She was told to get off copious amounts by various humans, but she is stubborn and just turned her back on waving hankies and prodding! She climbed onto the dining table at one point to see what folks were having for breakfast, she was pushed away, which made her go all stiff and she went to raise a paw at the offending human, only to be stared at by Momma.... she got down muttering "But I didn't do anything, I was just making sure the milk was fresh".
Of course, the second my feet hit Welsh soil, I knew where I was. Although, due to the long travel, I was a little off my usual colour. Not that it stopped me from eating my noms, but it did render me bed bound for a day. I am getting older now and all the stress of thinking we might be left behind this time, took it's toll! Once up and about, I did make myself useful and checked out all of the warm spots in the house and showed them to the CatWomen. I even got a small run outside in the fresh air. I like that, quite invigorating to nip hither and thither under your own esteem. Problem is, I wanted the freedom all of the time and kept on and on, until someone took me out for a wander. There is only one place the humans have 'allowed' me to sit up high and this is by the backdoor. It's a compromise as it's a no cat policy in the kitchen, but I have been coming here for a few years now that I have ground them down into accepting this small area as mine. They are such kind folks and really, we are so determined, it must be quite a drain on their patience.
All in all, we had a super time. It was fun and a little different being in such a big house with so many nooks and crannies to explore. The CatWomen loved to dash about under the furniture and along the narrow windowsills. I am not sure if we will be invited back again though? I think three of us bending humans to our will was quite enough for some Grandmews. We are well behaved, in a naughty sort of way!