|A Dog, picture courtesy of DD1 Vienna. He's actually very intelligent, not that you'd know from this.|
We had three cats, you see. Well, we did have four, but we lost our little black and white Maggie-cat two years ago, of old age. Now we were left with three boys, big, burly things, two of them that look like fists wrapped in fur and one huge, orange cat who's afraid of the other two and who eats broccoli and cucumbers if they are left unattended. My daughter wanted a kitten. Something cute and loveable and cuddly.
So we went to a farm and brought home this little bundle.
So, what did we do? Yes, people, we got another kitten. Ostensibly to keep Corvo company. In reality, so that we actually knew we had a kitten on the premises and weren't just being haunted by something that filled the litter tray. So now we also have
Corvo continues to be elusive, but has now emerged from the cupboard and is known, occasionally, to wind around my daughter's legs, purring. He still won't come out of the room, but he and Zac are great friends and sleep together on the bed. He must wonder where it is that Zac goes to when he leaves the room for long stretches of time, only to return smelling of cooked chicken and tuna and burping slightly, dragging a mouse on an elastic string, but he shows no sign of wanting to join these epic journeys. So, I suppose you could say that we're less of a five cat household and more of a four and a half cat household.
Just never show us a Cats' Protection League leaflet. There's only so much the dogs can take...