What to do with the cat...

Two years or so ago, I was intrigued by a mewing sound outside the house which I couldn't quite place. It seemed to be coming from our 'garden' but I couldn't find the culprit. Needless to say, he eventually turned up, 400 grams or so of frightened and hungry Siamese kitten.

At the time, the closest our daughter could come to saying 'miaow' was 'bao', which quiclky became the cat's name. For some reason that became doubled - bao bao - and, as she developed her linguistic prowess, Monsieur Bao Bao. This is what we call him to this day.

Now we are leaving Vietnam. An integral part of the family, he will be coming with us. But we're off to France first for 2 months, which means he needs looking after. The ex-pat community here flies the coup for the long vacation, so we have to resort to catteries. Having checked out one such place here - a two-foot cubed metal barred cage - we're investigating provision in Bangkok, which is where we're heading to after France.

Mmm...feeling just a tad guilty and sorry for M. Bao Bao...