Swampy, you’ll be pleased to know that the trickiest third of my paper (the bit I saved for last) is now finished, the cat’s been played with and Ophie’s been fussed as well after I managed to find out where she’s hiding.
The cause of her grumpiness is Shadow who arrived at ours last night. He’s between two and three years old, is very friendly and likes lots of fuss. His story is that he was one of two kittens but unfortunately the family only wanted to keep the female kitten and when they moved house, they just left him behind.
He was spotted by a teacher who took her class outside for some storytelling and found herself with Shadow asleep on her lap while she told stories to her class of 4yr olds. She didn’t see much of him before the Christmas holidays but afterwards she saw him again and realised he was looking much thinner than before. He was sitting out in the playground in the rain and when she opened the classroom door, he shot straight in, found the nearest radiator and went to sleep.
When her husband turned up to collect him, he’d already got his own chair and blanket, and a host of little admirers. The rescuing couple couldn’t keep him because they have two cats already, plus a couple of rabbits, a ferret and a parrot. So he emailed round at work to see if anyone wanted a cat…my Hungarian friend got hold of the email, sent it to me…and the Ubercat decided that our house was the perfect place for him to live.
'im indoors didn’t raise the slightest objection and so Shadow has moved in…and Ophie is sulking under the duvet.
I think I’ll be the one needing the nerve tonic!