Gail and I travelled down to Nottingham last Friday, to check up on Human Granny.
It's a long train journey, and by Montrose I'd had enough of my chew and was feeling a bit bored, so I 'suggested' to Gail that she take me a walk down the carriages, to meet and greet our fellow passengers.
Imagine our delight when we spotted this wee wiry fellow enjoying a window seat and a cuddle.
He was a bit shy at first, but I soon won him round.
I learned that his name is Jimmy and he is twelve years old. He is quite a bit smaller than me, and has an enviably smart haircut.
We stopped for a break in Edinburgh before heading on south. Even outside of Festival times, there are strange sights in Scotland's capital.
I know that many of my kind friends will be concerned about Human Granny. She is doing OK, and I'll tell you more about my visit in my next post.
PS Gail, pedantic as ever, is quibbling about my title today, saying that in no way could any train between Aberdeen and Edinburgh, stopping at Stonehaven, Montrose, Arbroath, Carnoustie, Dundee, Leuchars, Cupar, Kirkcaldy and Inverkeithing, be described as an 'Express'...