Charlie
We were only supposed to be looking.............
Looking should be done with your eyes only. Looking should not involve touching. It should never ever involve your heart at all. That only leads to trouble. Big and expensive trouble.
The trouble in question is a beautiful ginger male cat who has taken up permanent residence under the sofa. His name is Charlie. He was abandoned four months ago and only made it to the rescue centre a month ago. That is three months of neglect. Three months of scavenging. Three months of having to find shelter from the cold, rain, frost and wind. Three months of no affection at all.
I read his biography first and then he peeked out from under his blanket. One look at that sad weary face (he wasn't adjusting to life in a cage well, and was being passed over as a biter and a hisser) and I knew he was to be my cat. He had to be.
So a good few forms later, a chunk of money and a lecture from a woman who, despite knowing that we currently have three cats, felt that I needed to be told in great detail how to care for a cat, Charlie was ours.
Now to introduce him to the resident monsters.......
Harvey took one look, hissed, growled and then buggered off to play with his new toy (cunning piece of bribery on our part). Frankie ran away to watch from afar and hasn't come back. Ellie puffed up to three times her normal size, lost the ability to walk and then decided to make a run for it. She is now with Frankie.
I haven't actually seen Charlie in a few hours now, but he is still under there. Harvey is now sat by the sofa with his head under the cover, just watching. No growls, no hisses and no swishing tail.
I think we will be alright.
posted by DMouse007 @ 2/15/2004 05:11:00 PM
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