Well... on a very dark and stormy night, Thursday the 1st of May, MrsB and I drove across country to rescue a cat that was about to be made homeless on Friday. The future was pretty bleak for that cat (and she had a stupid name) so she obviously needed a new home..... and a new name.
She hid under the bed for a few days, and then crept out..... so here's Violet;
She goes outside now, which is good 'cos we can put the litter tray back in the loft, but she's still very nervous and impossible to pick up. She's about 13 and she was a rescue cat as a kitten and then went to a noisy home full of kids where she was basically ignored. I don't think she can believe her luck ending up in our peaceful house where she's pampered. Fogarty the Cat has been so good. He'll sit and wait for her to finish eating and stay out of 'her' room. What a cutie..... and she ignores the fish tank, too! *phew*