Cool for Cats

Ever had one of those dodgy pre packaged holidays? You know the ones. The glossy brochure promises an idyllic setting, hammocks strung between palm trees, white sand, warm blue water lapping up to your straw thatched villa and drinks with pineapple shards and mini umbrellas.

Sucked me in once! Off I jetted to an exotic South East Asian location next to my partner full of romantic notions of sun, sand, food, drinks and well romance! Casually looking around the plane inwardly gloating that most of these suckers wouldn't have got even close to the incredible deal I got. Eventually emerging from the relative calm of the airport into the absolute chaos that seems to be peculiar to that part of the world, I was already looking forward to the promised welcoming cocktail and relaxing in at the resort.

20 harrowing minutes later, our driver narrowly avoided a family of four and their belongings - all perched precariously on a single moped, and turned into our home away from home for the next 7 days. At first glance everything looked great - just like the brochure in fact. My partner and I exchanged satisfied smiles, waved goodbye to the driver and walked hand in hand to reception to begin our holiday. There we were greeted by the manager, initially all smiles and hospitality who then completed the check in process in record time, swiped my credit card practically threw a glass with some type of murky liquid in it and turned to the next couple in line all smiles again.

Odd I thought as we spurned the "Welcoming Cocktail" and began lugging our bags in the vague direction he had pointed in search of our villa. As it turned out our villa was not a villa, it was a room on the third floor of a brick and tile apartment building similar to those found in outer suburbs of many cities. We had a view of the villas if we stood on the toilet and craned our necks, otherwise our "magnificent views" were those of the largish Swedish couple in the corresponding unit in the identical building opposite ours. How did I know they were Swedish? I could practically shake hands with them across the gap between the buildings and could hear every word they spoke. Until I turned on the airconditioning that is! What an assault on the senses that was! Sounded like Axel Rose screaming at the top of his range, smelled like the Swedish guy had been eating beans and somehow coated everything with an oily sheen.

Marching up to reception I was told in no uncertain terms by the Asian equivalent of Basil Fawlty that there were no other rooms available, no refunds and what did I expect for the money I'd paid? Yep they'd already charged my credit card! I flashed back to the feeling of smugness I had on the plane and now envied every single passenger!

We still had a good week, experienced the local culture, food and attractions - just didn't go back to the room until we were too exhausted not to each day.

No such problem for our feline companions at Cosy Cats though. While their owners are away these lucky cats are getting the five star experience the whole time. Fully qualified with Certificate 2 in animal studies, cosy cats offer a home away from home for the fussiest felines. They also do airport pickups.

Lesley and her team have a passion for cats and they provide unbeatable room service, including premium food and pats, scratches and massages available on request (yours, that is; not even Lesley actually speaks cat).

They also have vets on call and at the ready 24/7, so there really is absolutely nothing to worry about when you trust Cosy Cats with looking after your treasured pets.

We've been lucky enough to count Cosy Cats among our clients and have completed a series of Web and Social Media explainer videos for them.

Here they are!

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