Bad Day

Yesterday started out well, with us exchanging contracts for the house sale in the UK  Within an hour of this, I got a message to say that the rent of the property we had chosen in Bangalore had fallen through. This means that from the 29th June we are homeless.

The relocation agency told us some rubbish about the landlord refusing to sign a personal lease, and it had to be a company lease, but Jen's company won't sign company leases for tax reasons or something.  I suspect the property had been let to someone else before we visited it for the second time.  There were painters there, and the property would not be painted unless rent had been agreed.  I do not trust the relocation company since we have already caught them out lying to us.  They also stood us up in Bangalore one morning.  They just decided that they were not going to pick us up that day, but didn't bother to tell us.  I was really angry and composed an  email to Jennifer that started "It is difficult to convey how pissed off I am........"  Unfortunately I sent it to the manager of the relocation company by mistake.  Well, at least he knows how I feel!

On top of that we are getting messed around by both the pet relocation company and the import agents in India.  Nothing makes sense, so I have had try to sort it out mayself.  I seems that we need an Import Certificate for the three cats.  The Import Certificate had to be applied for in India at least 5 days before they travel.  In order to get the import certificate we need a No Objection Cerftificate (NOC) issued by Animal Quarantine.  In order to get the NOC we need animal health certificates issues by DEFRA.  They will only issue these the day before travel. 

Catch 22.

Arse!

This was all after I had followed the advice of the pet relocation company who told me to get certificates from my own vet.  So, yesterday I spent a not inconsiderable amount of time chasing three cats around the house, trying to get them into their carriers.  This isn't helped as they now know the sound of their carriers as soon as I bring them into the house, and run off and hide; or try to batter their way through the locked cat flap.  Thirty minutes, 20 scratches and a mouthful of fur later I then had to battle my way through the Friday afternoon chaos of the streets of Thrapston to the vets.  I was in the vets for over an hour and £151 worse off, but at least I have three certificates which I have now been told are of absolutely no use to me!!!

Double arse!

Anyway, here's a picture of a cat.  This is Mitzi.  Mitzi doesn't like her pet carrier.  Mitzi doesn't like the vets, and Mitzi REALLY  doesnt like being messed around when there are earthworms to be caught.