Sunday, September 02, 2012
"He's an indoor cat" I say "At least he won't get into fights with other cats and cost a fortune in antibiotics"
I know she's right, Mum's often are...
Tall Girl and I climb into the car for a 4 hour round trip to pick him up, we are full of hope and potential love. There have been many conversations before this point, mostly with the crazy cat lady who owns the 'safe house' where he is currently residing. "I'll tell him you're coming" she says on the phone the night before - scarily I think she probably did.
We arrive dead on time with Tall Girls fine navigating skills and a sat nav; two straight lines really M4 and A34, and it was just as well they were straight roads as the silly thing stood up most of the way home, with his strangely long and gangly legs - permanently pointing at 'ten to two'- slipping about at any bends in the road.
He grumbled his way home for 2 hours, a gruff scratchy voice, much like Stinky Cat's, and I wished I could tell him everything was going to be ok, or at least that he would understand that it would be.
So here we have him, a 16 year old bag of bones covered in fluff, knotty fluff at that, with a slightly grumpy demeanor! He comes to us as a house cat and to be honest Trading Standards would have a field day with the description given by the rescue centre... Chunky they said - boney he is! Indoor cat they said - out of the back door like a shot on the first day he was! Can be chatty they said - goes off like a car alarm at intervals during the night he does.
Watch this space...
Meanwhile I am starting my new job tomorrow and having a massive crisis of confidence, where did all those weeks of school holiday vanish to?
Posted by Suburbia at Sunday, September 02, 2012
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Sixteen years old already! You are very brave to take on such an elderly cat. He is lovely though. Hope all goes well and I will be thinking of you in your new job. Always a bit scary on the first day.
Nuts in May
As the owner of 2 naughty kittens... I salute you. A home is not a home without one.
Taking on an elder cat sounds like a lovely thing to do :) And the best of luck for tomorrow - I can't believe that I started work again three months ago after 3 years out of the workforce, I think nothing of it now :)
I'm so happy for you and so happy that this elderly addition has found a new home! Have you named him yet?
Good luck with the new job; the first day always seems the hardest, but I hope you'll soon be in the swing of things.
Sorry to hear of your "misrepresented" cat. I'm sure you will all get along just fine. Eventually.
Meanwhile, don't panic about the staff at the new place. It's the kids who will terrify you.
Blessings and Bear hug at the beginning of the new school year.
Good luck with the new job. I am sure it will be all fine.
Good luck with the job. I'm sure you'll be grand, as they say here.
Yes, it sounds as if your new lodger was seriously misdescribed. But I guess you'll all get on fine after a little settling-down period. He sounds very energetic for a 16 year old!
Fear not...you will be fab tomorrow!! *sends good luck vibes your way anyway*
Awww, new, slightly grumpy, moggy....bet he will settle and de-grump soon :-)
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