She wondered if we’d be prepared to take on another cat as a friend of her’s was going to Paris and wasn’t allowed to take her kitten.
I could hear the girl crying in the background. She was very upset about parting from her little furry friend. And she was leaving today.
OK, so I know I’d said never again, six were enough etc. etc. but how could anyone say no?
“Yes, alright, we’ll come over this afternoon and pick her up.”
So after lunch Jay took me into town and we went to see the new family member. I hadn’t asked whether she was male or female, or what colour. All I knew was that she was four months old.
Jay and I fell in love with her at first sight. She was still in her catbasket as CC’s friend is a bit scared of cats, and she was indignantly trying to get out.
She was far prettier than I’d hoped and she was tabby – my favourite!
Of course, we released her and had a cuddle before bringing her home.
She’s a feisty little thing. All the other cats have come up to sniff curiously but she spits back at them, despite her size. She has her own litter tray and won’t let any of the others near it. She has eaten some cold turkey, some cheese and pinched some fish from Bear’s plate. Now she’s tucking into her ‘proper’ food.
I get the impression she feels at home already but we’ll have to make sure the other cats get extra attention so their noses aren’t put out of joint.
Her name was Sissy but I think she’s going to be called Willow now.