Two Grey Ladies
I’ve always had at least one pet in the house. I once had a dog, two cats, a rabbit, a gerbil and three hamsters. But now the house is silent. It’s almost six months since our darling dog, Josh, died and nearly two years since our elderly cat, Rosie, passed away. Coming down in the mornings is the worst. There’s no one to demand instant feeding, no one to trip me up as I make an early morning cut of tea, no one to wrap themselves round my arms as I check my emails.
I know I have a lot going on at the moment and it would be easy to not bother but as soon as I spoke to the lady at Leicester's RSPCA Animal Rescue Centre I knew the house wouldn’t be silent for long. She told me about two lady cats who had been in their cattery for a couple of months. They aren’t kittens and they’re not the confident ‘look at me’ type of cats so people had been passing them by. Even before I saw them I knew that they were about to be mine.
I must admit to being anxious as I was taken to meet them. What if they didn’t like me? When we were introduced I really couldn’t tell if they liked me or not. They were timid and withdrawn. One of them (I think it was Mabel) was so quiet that I asked if she was ill. I was assured that they were both healthy but were becoming increasingly depressed. By the time they were in the car they were both bright eyed and watching everything that was going on. Their energy levels rose still further as they explored their new home and now Charlie is asleep on the chair while Mabel (I think it’s Mabel) is rubbing up against my hand as I type this blog.
Aren’t they lovely? All I’ve got to do now is to work out which one is which!
