Julianna moved back to the UK from Dubai in May. She asked if I could meet her at Heathrow to help with the cats, of which she has three. I agreed. Time with Julianna and three cats, out of Phoenix in late May and early June—what could be better!

My flight was an hour late, so our carefully planned schedule didn’t work out. I should have arrived 45 minutes after her flight. Instead, we arrived at the flat shortly after the cats arrived from their flight.

Finding Abi the first couple of days consumed our time and worry. She had found a place under the bathroom sink, way out of sight. We couldn’t crane our necks around to see if she might be there, but the phone camera gave us the answer.

Abi, who originated in England, felt more at home after a few days, and we actually got to see her come out into the living area of the flat. I think Abi spent her years in Dubai, after the arrival of Camille and her brood, under a bed. She found her inner warrior cat and became sociable. Well, “warrior cat” is a gross exaggeration.

The cats seemed to adapt better to the flight and time-zone change than the humans, but with cats it is difficult to tell if their sleep schedule has been affected.

Two of the cats discovered my heating pad, and took turns, or not, using it to warm up in the UK weather, slightly damper and colder than Dubai.