Today, at my shelter’s open day, I got suitably baked under the clear blue skies of Perth.
When I came home, I sat on the steps with my secret cat.
What’s that you said? I didn’t know you had a cat! Aren’t you desperately allergic?
*nods seriously*
But we mostly just hang out with each other. Just chillin, not touching. She lives under the front stairs of my new house. Her old owners moved and left her behind. When I rang them, they said she was an outdoor cat who they were worried would just run away if they moved her. I agreed it’s probably hard to move an outdoor cat. I said she could stay.
There was a box of cheap cat biscuits left in the shed. She’s now eating premium bix and wet food as it seems to make her happy. She’s desexed, but I’ll see if I can’t get the mobile vet out to get her vaccinated in the next few weeks after she trusts me a bit more.
She’s under the stairs in the morning and only comes out when she hears my voice. I wonder if she prefers women to men? She’s really very lovely. Her old name is Smokey.
But I think I’ll call her Secret Cat. It seems fitting.
