When Two Became Three…
Thursday was not a good day. Paul had a Peacocks voucher which he needed to spend sharpish because they’d gone into administration, but they wouldn’t accept it nor give us the £20, plus I hadn’t been feeling myself so wasn’t really in the mood to go to work. Not that I usually am, but this day I REALLY didn’t want to be there - there’s so much to do in the garden at the moment that I feel like there are far more important things to do than fanny about designing a website for someone who’ll never be happy…
ANYWAY. At about lunch time, John, the architect from the office next door came around to the shop to borrow a screwdriver. He said they thought they’d had a rat problem but in fact a CAT was stuck behind one of their cupboards and had been possibly since before Christmas. I got the screwdrivers, said I hoped the cat would be ok, and got on with not enjoying my day and doing as little work as possible.Upon his return to bring back previously mentioned screwdrivers, he said that the cat was alive, but very skinny, and he had called the RSPCA. I looked at Paul and Paul looked at me… “Can we take it home?” I said, making it more of a statement than a question… Paul agreed and we said to send the RSPCA around to the shop so we could discuss re-homing it with them. The end of the day came, far quicker than lunch time had, and there was still no word from the RSPCA, so we trotted around to John’s to find out what was going on. He told us that the RSPCA had told him to simply “let the cat out”, even though it, (we though ‘he’ at the time…), was in a bad way. My heart broke. So did Paul’s. We are too soft. The lady at the office got us a filing box and we bundled the skinny moggy into it and drove it home with us, expecting to be looking after it for a short time before the owners were found and he was taken away for good. Paul shut the other cats in the front bedroom whilst we bought the new moggy indoors, but once he was out of the box Sky and Molly were released! Molly began her usual growling and hissing, so it wasn’t the nicest welcome for moggy and he sat under the kitchen table perched on a chair. Sky was a different story - she took one look at Molly and the new cat, then resumed her standard position of waiting for biscuits. We couldn’t have asked for more! They settled down eventually and we finally got to bed at 10:30pm (which is really late for me, at the moment!), after waiting for new moggy to have some biscuits and have a drink of water. The next day Paul phoned from work in the morning and told me the Cat Protection lady was coming with the chip scanner because a cat had indeed been reported missing. I was gutted. Despite telling myself that I wouldn’t grow attached, in the few hours we’d had him we’d got a little ‘bonding thing’ going on. I convinced myself that he was chipped and would have to go home, and it seemed like hours before the Cat Protection lady came to read the chip. When she finally turned up, she was kind enough to get on with the job rather than make idol chit-chat, but first informed me that ‘he’ was, in fact, a ‘she’! She pulled out the scanner and ran it over the soppy moggy. Nothing. I held the moggy still. Still nothing… She WASN’T CHIPPED and hadn’t been reported! I wanted to cry but couldn’t appear ridiculous to the lady, so I stifled my sniffles and asked a couple of ridiculous questions to take my mind off it. I’d spent so long convincing myself she’d be leaving I hadn’t bargained on her being able to stay! Finally the lady left us to it and I carried on settling moggy in. Paul and I settled on the name Poppy and this is her third day with us now. Sky is being as good as she ever was and Molly is getting used to her now, but still insists on growling and eating meals alone… I’m pretty sure she’ll settle down soon :-) Poppy woke us up by wetting our bed this morning! The joys of cats! She’s already worked out the litter tray, but Molly went on sentry duty outside the bedroom door and Poppy didn’t want to go past :-( I think they’ll grow to be good friends (eventually!) :-) Poppy has been eating lots and already looks more plump. She has a sparkle back in her eyes and even smiles now! So that’s the story of how two became three! Welcome home, Poppy!
