For years I have wanted to get another cat after my two beloved cats passed away between 2005 and 2008. They were both living with my parents after I had been moving about quite a bit. Molly had suddenly become ill and my Dad took her to the vets who was going to run some tests and when he came back to collect her, she had sadly passed away. No idea what had caused her death but we were all very sad to be without her. Then a few years later, her daughter Poppy – who had gradually become deaf and was starting to become unable to jump up to sit on the kitchen chairs and was wetting herself in her sleep – went out one morning and possibly had a heart attack and fell into the little stream in my parent’s garden. My Dad found her and buried her in a nice little spot – marked with a little lamb figurine that a friend had given them – out the corner of your eye you always kept thinking it was Poppy, so it seemed right to use it to mark her resting place.
My parents haven’t felt like they wanted to replace them but I’ve always had a cat shaped space in my heart needing to be filled! So after some badgering of my husband, we started to look at a few cats in local rescue shelters and on Saturday decided on one very special cat – who I brought home yesterday!
His name is Sam and he’s already been making himself right at home. He was relaxed after about 5 or 10 minutes and although he is still enjoying exploring about, he loves to come and snuggle up with us. Although for his first night we kept him in the kitchen and came in this morning to find he had opened most of the cupboards for a nosey!
He has also discovered how to open our drawers in our bedroom and that he likes to hunt about under the bed and how tasty peacock feathers are…
I think he will settle in just fine!