When you want to be together for longer, but can’t because no one is wanting to buy your house, and both parties have the responsibilities of their own cats, something has to give. It sounded like a crazy idea when I first suggested it, but its got to happen sometime and who knows, it might make things easier in the long run…

This weekend, I have come to Emma’s on Friday through to Monday, and this time I am not alone. Bella and Arthur, thoroughly unimpressed at not being fed at ‘their usual time’ and instead packaged up into their carry-cage, have made the journey with me down the M40 for a weekend away in Berkshire.

Already, Ronald has shown that he is unimpressed, whilst Bella and Arthur seem to be unfazed by their three new ‘friends’. Umm, possibly a little too unfazed. There has been hissing and avoidance but so far no scraps.

We’ve joked that this could be a deal breaker. I have two cats; Emma has three. Neither is particularly extreme, but together, five is possibly a little on the crazy side. What if they don’t get on? I mean – ever?! It’s not really an option. They are going to have to get on…