Those who faithfully subscribe to these scribblings will recall that we adopted two factory cats in April, 2016 and then another from Younger Daughter’s workplace in May this year. Finally, only last month, Much Better Half came home in with a bemused expression and yet another kitten.
Would you believe it, late last evening there came a set of loud meows at the patio door of the main house, and this cat demanded to be let in. When the door was opened she purred like a tractor and rubbed up against everyone in sight. In due course she showed signs of wanting out again, and I strongly suggested we comply with her request and allow her to depart whence she had come. I was heavily outvoted, and she has stayed while notices go out on media and to neighbouring houses and shops.
This is getting ridiculous, and the existing cat (over-) population is not too amused, although remarkably tolerant so far.
Our guest is remaining furiously affectionate towards all of us, and has one of the loudest and most enduring purrs I have ever heard. She ignores the five dogs completely.
A furious debate is now ongoing regarding a name. The girls called her Spot, and I said that was more suitable for Fox Terriers or Dalmatians and is far too common. I suggested Flash because of the white flash-like markings. R doesn’t like that one.
Anyway, we must all be insane …