Train back from Chester
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Cato:
Hello Aunties.
Mum says I have to finish our holiday bloggings so that I can tell you the exciting new stuff. Like the bird feeder and my new bone.
So here is more stuff about hot stinky Chester.
Mum and Dad did all the boring Cathedral stuff, and then wanted to go off walking round the town. :( But it was too hot and tiring for me. And we had already walked for AGES. So I sat down. And Dad said he would carry me. And Mum said NO. And I stayed sitting. And in the end Dad picked me up when Mum wasn't looking, and anyway they had to carry me down the steps, didn't they?
This is Chester town. It is weird. Even Mum and Dad agree with me that it is weird. All the shops are two tall. There are proper shops on the ground. And then more shops on top of them, with weird old walkways and steps and Mum says that means Double the Shops. And Dad says that means Double the Cost. And I say that means Double the walking when my back hurts! So I got carried.
Dad needed a snack to give him the strength to carry me, he said. So we stopped here
and we all had some buckwheat crepes wot are really thin pancakes. I just had the filling. Mum had egg and smoked salmon, and Dad had toffee and custard and banana. Tara wanted it all.
See the shops on top of shops? Mum wants to come back and explore PROPERLY another time.
Then Mum carried me for a bit, including through a shopping centre that American Aunties call a mall (Mum says), and I was really tired, and Mum decided that I needed to go on a diet cos I am a huge heavy heffalump and we need to get me a carry sling. I don't know about that. I like being carried.
It was a very long way back to the train, and then it was a long sleepy train journey. I fell asleep cos Mum would wake me up when we got there.
This is an old bit of an old station.
Tara got all silly when Dad went off to lift his leg, and made a fuss when he got back
and we went in lots of lifts (elevators, says Mum), up and down and up and down, cos of all the steps. I prefer to be carried up and down stairs than have to walk into lifts with lots of people and luggage, but Mum and Dad were being funny about carrying me, so lifts it was.
Don't look at my tail.
When we got home to our holiday den, me and Tara had a good sleep, but Mum did her computer stuff and ordered me a Sling. I don't know how I feel about being in a Sling. I think I prefer being in Mum's arms. Or Dad's. Slings don't sound very nice, do they?
Mum says she will post a pic so you can see.
Mum:
Goodness, it was a hard decision!
We couldn't go for a stroller, because we do a lot of off road walking
And it needed to be something that left both hands free, and fitted either Dad or myself.
I ended up buying two, on Amazon Prime, and asking to have them delivered to the holiday cottage, so that we could try them out during the holiday.
This was the first one.
And the second.
When they arrived, we discovered that the first one was HOPELESS. Cato either had to sit facing backwards, or I had to cut a new hole for his head at the other side!
But the second one is just about perfect. Tucked right up and comfy at the waist. And while I don't think he LIKES it, it is much better than having to WALK. Haha.
I did get concerned about overheating, especially up against us big humans, but the top is made from mesh, so there is as much ventilation as possible, and we don't carry him in it for long at a time. There is also storage for keys, a poo bag and a bottle of water. Oh and treats. Mustn't forget the treats!
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