House guest
We have a furry house guest for about 7 weeks. My parents are going to Australia and New Zealand on holiday, so we’re looking after their cat, M, so that she doesn’t have to go into a cattery for the duration. M was a rescue cat and spent some time on the streets, but she’s also very fond of human company, and didn’t get on at all well when she had a short stay in a cattery once before. She’s not the kind of cat who is all over you, but she just likes to know that you’re around. My Dad works at home, and every day, she follows him up to the office in the morning, parks herself on the sofa, then follows him down to lunch like a little shadow.
The folks weren’t looking forward to the three-hour drive to our house in the car with her—-like most cats, she associates going in the cat basket in the car with men in white coats who do painful things and undignified things to you—-but she was actually very good once she’d settled down. It was funny watching her exploring the house, checking out every nook and cranny and marking every conceivable cat-head-height upright with her cheek scent glands.
