I asked my mum to drop into the vets yesterday on her way back from town and pick up some medicine for my old, wheezy cat, Alfie Bear. Which she did. Well done for that bit, mum.
But she also picked up something else. ‘I’ve brought you a present,’ she said.
She saw the look on my face that said ‘I really don’t need another cat’ and assured me she could take it straight back to the vets, no harm done. In our house, we have a policy of only taking in adult cats who need a home. But it’s almost impossible to say ‘yes you must take this tiny scrap of warm, wriggly kitten back to where you got it from immediately!”
So meet Perkins. Cat number three and our very first kitten.
My boys had been lamenting the fact that we don’t have interesting cats. Our other two like to sleep, and not much else goes on. I asked them what an interesting cat did, and they decided it was the sort of cat that sat on your keyboard when you were trying to work, and liked to shove things off the table and climb up curtains. A cat like Simon’s Cat. Perkins has only been here for a day and can fit into a cereal bowl with room to spare, but she’s already done all of those things 🙂
Click the picture to see Simon’s Cat in action!