Most people see catteries when they take their cats to be imprisoned for two weeks while the family head for the beach – and a good cattery is always heaving in summer. I could book out half as many pens again some years. It’s very different in February. This year has been particularly quiet – even the half term week was quiet. Spare a thought for the poor cattery owner – rushed off their feet in summer, no chance to go out for the day without major forward planning, under pressure to get a pen cleared cleaned and ready for the next inmate in a stupidly short time; but scrimping and saving through the winter months when there might only be a handful of cats to bring in a very basic income. My smile becomes fixed when I hear that phrase “It’s always been a dream of mine to run a cattery.” Dreams can be nightmares remember, and dreams don’t pay the bills.