A closing chapter to the "Granny the terrorist" adventure for those who may be curious.

After spending a day in Toronto they caught a flight to Sudbury on a small computer flight that serves the wilderness outposts. Margaret was concerned because she tried to give Toe a mild tranquilizer but she thinks she spit it out (it takes an acquired talent to stuff pills down cats throats). However Toe was perfectly happy in her carrier for the flight and when they arrived for the final segment by pack mule - well, maybe I was stretching the truth a bit? How about they got in the car and she let Toe out of the carrier, she went to the back seat, looked around and came back up front and got back in her carrier - now, THAT is a travelin' gato!

When they got home to Elliott Lake of course there was a whole house to explore, and if you've never brought a cat into a new house it's a trip, you have to open all the doors, cabinets, lower cupboards etc. so they can explore every nook and cranny. That apparently took most of the night because she finally came to bed at 6am, ending the beginning of this story which will no doubt see further adventures of Granny and her exploding gato.

Also confirming what I had told my friend before she left in a worried tizzy "the things you worry about never happen". (of course other things do?)