Until we see you again, Elliot

Elliot, the black cat who has lived with us for the duration of my time with McK has gone to live with Shelagh, and Shelagh's Mum (Shelagh being officially my stepmother, although I've rarely heard anything sound so weird).

McK has in more recent times not really got on with Elliot, particularly as she's got older, and a bit more cranky. When she scratched James (when James was being annoying, but not appallingly so) I had to admit that possibly, the time had come. Previously, I'd phoned up Battersea with a view to seeing what the story is for cats, and I'd burst in to tears on the phone.

I really didn't want to get rid of Elliot.

So when Shelagh said that she would have her it was a great relief, and the day before Bradford, we trooped over to Romford with Elliot on what turned out to be a baking hot Saturday. She was nicely esconced in the spare room, hiding behind the bed but coming out for snugs when we left.

It only took me 12 hours to ask Shelagh for an update.