Get thee to a cattery...

The die is cast, we are getting a cat.

Possibly two.

Left to my own devices, I shouldn’t have obtained one, but ellefurtle has wanted one for ages and since I don’t actively object…

When we had all the redecorating work done, we had a cat flap installed then, so after that it was only a matter of time. A woman came over from the Celia Hammond Animal Rescue on Friday, while Furtle was working from home, to check that we are fit and proper people to take on one of their rescued Moogs. It seems that we are, though it was recommended that we do something with chicken mesh to make it harder/impossible for a cat to bolt on to the road, over the high gate from outside the kitchen door. It’s a territory thing, apparently, since we can’t stop them without sealing off the whole garden, so it means channelling them away from the street and making it more likely that if spooked outside the house they will burst in through the cat flap.

We are picking the animal(s) up on Sunday (once we have chosen it/them). Apparently Celia Hammond herself will be there as well and we have been forewarned that she is an expert at emotional blackmail, so I shall have to wear my cylon head if we are to avoid acquiring an entire brood of the things.

Yesterday we spent the afternoon at RHS Hyde Hall, but not before we had stopped in something that is not, but should be called Petsaurus. It didn’t take long to come away with my bank balance £100 lighter and we still have other stuff we need to buy before the interlopers arrive next weekend. Amongst other things we have acquired a very long scratch post in the vague and (probably) futile hope that the cats will use that instead of the chesterfield to sharpen their claws.

I am now about to cane my credit card further on Amazon, for more cattish stuff.