Hello:)
Well I was ordered over here by Skippy...so of course ran as fast as I could, with only a little detour to a topic I hadn't noticed before.[;)]
Shame it wasn't me skip wanted here though...but that blasted cat Sammy!
He, being Sammy not Skippy, gets into everything I do, so no surprise he managed to follow me here too. That was how he became my companion over 18yrs ago, at just a few weeks old and following a lot of pleading for a kitten by my then 14yr old daughter.
She first brought him to me at about 4 weeks old, our neighbours cat was the mother and she let her bring him to show me. Regular visits followed and I resisted all pleas to offer him a home....even the "but mum, look at those big blues eyes..how can you not want it???"
Truth is I love cats....cant remember a time without one...but Missy, our resident female was a one owner cat and expected the same of me. She was very protective of her belongings...and I was her number one possession. My daughter knew this having over time brought me numerous waifs and strays to look after for a bit,and seen the ensuing battles and flying fur. We both understood, or so I assumed, that Missy would not tolerate even the smell of another cat within our home and so it would be unfair to a newcomer to offered a permanent home with us.
I was busy decorating my bedroom the next time He came to visit and with a paste brush in one hand and a pasted piece of paper in the other,I was half way up a ladder when said daughter popped him in my overall pocket and said, "you just need some quality time with it to get to know each other"
"you can take it back now" I shouted, as she left the room. " I mean it...he isn't staying here...."
She roared with laughter and as she popped her head around the door, " you checked its sex then...thats a good sign" I turned to give her the mothers don't you dare try to wrong foot me look...but she was gone. "Anyhow" I shouted, "I need to get this done and I cant with this ball of long gray fur purring away in my pocket!!!" my words fell on deaf ears as she had, by that time officially left the building.
And so it was,after 2 hours the room was finished, and one sleepy kitten who by that time had crawled out of my pocket and curled himself somewhat precariously on my shoulder had become my work mate and a cat called Sammy.[;)]
Never take a moment or a loved one for granted in the blink of an eye they may be lost forever.
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Carole
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