We have been fortunate enough to cement our family unit with a final addition: a beautiful kitten called Charlie. When we brought Buggles home two weeks ago, there was part of me – and, it turns out, my husband – wishing we’d got two kittens, so they could play together. Anyway, it seems cats like round numbers too (apart from the nine lives but then I’m sure they’d prefer ten). Kain and Razz have been together for years and live together beautifully and although they accepted Buggles, it was clear that his level of exuberance and play was interrupting their need for rest, sleep and general contemplation.
We visited the RSPCA this morning with a particular kitten in mind; however, we’d checked on the website last night and he was reserved so we knew it was unlikely he was going to be coming home with us. Indeed, he has already secured a loving home (good for him!) so we looked at other young cats who may be good buddies for Buggles.
By an amazing stroke of luck, the lady who fostered Buggles was at the cattery and showed us cats he was likely to get along with. It was impossible to choose and there was a real risk we’d spend all day saying ‘That one. No, that one. No, that one’. In the end, it came down to touch. We had Charlie in our arms and he just felt right.
So, kitten two makes the fourth and final feline addition to the Brown household. Mr B has now told me he is going to ask the RSPCA, Cats Protection and any other cat related body to blacklist me and also put blocks on all the websites. I think he thinks I want to save the cat world, one moggy at a time. And in a way, he’s right but for now I’m more than happy to settle for our four beautiful boys.
In their short lives, these little ‘uns have been through a lot but it’s true what they say: things can only get better.