New cat
I have a friend who is fighting for her life, against cancer. She phoned a few nights ago, trying to sound brave and doing a pretty good job; she asked if I could go to pick up her cat from her house, and find “Kelly” a good home. She was phoning from the hospital.
When I asked if it would be okay for me to keep Kelly as my own, this friend sounded very pleased. I’m not going to write more about my friend’s circumstances, but of course one day, if she’s able, she can have her cat back. In the meantime, Kelly seems absolutely at home, was very quickly accustomed to our Lady dog, and behaves with just the “right” mixture of affection and independence.
In our part of the country there are too many feral or stray cats, and occasionally people phone and ask if I know how to “get rid of a bunch”. I can’t help with that nor counsel those folks very much, but I often remind them that it’s easier to deal with stray cats when there are one or TWO extra, before there are THIRTY. I find it easy to get very attached to cats… our “Gilbert” cat was given to us while pregnant and we had her spayed. “Kelly” is a real bonus cat… pretty and polite, and already spayed.
Thanks for reading, my friends.
~Ann
