I've just blubbed all the way home from the cattery like a right wally. When we go away my mum pops in and feeds him, I dont get upset at leaving him and dont worry about him at all when are away. We're off in our camper tomorrow for a long weekend and my parents are pitching up too so my regular pet sitter is unavailable! I've never used a petsitter and tbh my OH and I wouldnt feel comfortable having a stranger in our house and giving them a door key. So Stitch went to the cattery. It's one I have used before, albeit a long time ago. my heart sank when I got there. The cattery was not how I remembered it at all, really quite dilapidated and just not very nice. The girl who booked him in was just going to take him off me and looked puzzled when I insisted on carrying him and going to a pen. I was glad I did go with her as she was going to pop him in the middle until I reminded her he hates other cats and could he go at the end. nasty, boring old pen with just a plastic garden chair in the inner pen (no idea what that was for) and a really narrow ledge that I assumed was bed - no ideal for a 5kg cat like Stitch. He was practically glued to the floor and slunk off to hide inside the inner pen. I feel awful for leaving him there. The kennel worker was very sweet and I have no doubt she'll look after him but I feel guilty for taking him there. All he can see is the cat next to him (I couldnt see any sneeze guards or screening) along with the sound of dogs barking from the kennels. I'm not knocking catteries at all, he used to go to an amazing one when we lived in Leicestershire and I was always happy to leave him, plus in an emergency or in the event of major work going on in our house its handy to be able to take him to a cattery and know he is safe. Thankfully he is only there 4 nights.