Tim Roxborogh on the joys of moaning about your holiday.

Leaving our cat behind when we went on holiday

I'm not sure if Bunny Foo Foo ever forgave us. It was the Christmas holidays of 1997 and the Roxborogh family had decamped from the bright lights of Massey, West Auckland for 10 days in Melbourne. With no one to look after Bunny Foo Foo — who was, I should point out, a cat — we had to put our precious little ginger chappy into a cattery.

Bunny Foo Foo had never been in a cattery before and we were nervous.

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