Monday
To Heathfield (Oxon.) there to liberate Mistress Misty from cat-gaol wherein she hath been languishing these two se’nights past. (Although methinks “gaol” a gross misnomer as th’ establishment did appear inwardly to have more the nature of a five-star coffee-house or holiday encampment – Mr Secretary Clarke hath much to answer for).
When I went to pick up our cats from their ‘hotel’, they dug their claws in and didn’t want to leave! I think the food may have been better, and the view of the ‘much nicer than ours’ garden.