So just maybe I went down to the local tattoo parlour and had the words mug or gullible tattooed across my forehead.
I know I should learn to say no but sometimes it is not so easy.
I was on my way to work when someone banged on the door of my home. Thinking it was a delivery that we had been waiting for, for over a week I rushed to the door and flung it open. There on the doorstep, no coats and snow fluttering all around was a friend and her children.
The last people I had expected to see following their sudden departure to a safe place. She was nearly in tears and the children had sombre and strained faces which lit up as I pulled them in, out of sight and into the warmth.
Delighted as I was to see them, I was somewhat surprised.
They had come home briefly to say goodbye to the cat they left behind. There was nowhere they could keep her and she was to be put down. It was such a shame, she explained because they were only in temporary accommodation and as soon as she was settled they would be able to have her back.
The children were of course distraught.
I have to confess I am not a cat lover. Yes I have a wonderful relationship with my friend Natty; I look after her cat when she is away and in return she looks after our rabbits but it a reciprocal arrangement that does not mean I am particularly fond of cats. Why when you go to someone’s house does the cat always single me out to sit on my lap when I am probably the only person in the room who really does not want it.
I already knew what was coming; every argument and logical reason was running through my mind. I work, Sexy Sporty Dad works, the boys are at school all day. It is bad enough trying to get them to acknowledge the rabbits they begged and pleaded and promised to look after. We don’t need any more pet commitments.
But somehow the words didn’t quite come out like that.
If we could just take the cat until the family were sorted then at least they would not need to put her down for no reason. Her children would see their precious cat again and my boys might realise that pets are a commitment and cease their continual nagging to get one.
No, it is such a small word, but it takes such a lot of effort and determination to utter.
The next thing I know I am walking to work having left one cat “princess” locked in my utility room. I did manage to remove the sausages I had thawing in the sink and hoped she would not chew through the coats and shoes in her distress. It had been the parting words that struck such a chord; “her babies are due any day now and she needs looking after”.
How was I ever going to tell Sexy Sporty Dad what I had agreed to or not. The boys would be ok with the idea. Staff at work brought me back down to earth. “they need to exercise, they need the run of the house. There at least I am adamant I do not want animals in my kitchen, upstairs, in fact inside at all; but she is an inside cat. They need food and care and vets bills especially if she is going to have babies. And really what was I thinking, did I really think the family would come back and get her when they were settled. Past history told me otherwise and by then the cat would be established and probably several offspring to boot.
The best advice I was given by several people was to take the cat to the cat’s protection and let them re-home her. Every sensible fibre of my being tells me this is what I should do. Every long term plan or that matter short term plan doesn’t involve pet sitting. We have enough issues with the local cats using our garden and sitting watching our rabbit hutches
I am also the proud owner, albeit temporary owner I am supposed to believe, of one very smelly cat litter box which is enough for me to want to give the animal away instantly.
So my dilemma is do I keep this cat to add to our already chaotic lives with the threat of kittens appearing on the scene very soon. What about the risk, my boys become attached to the cat and her babies, before the family settle enough to reclaim their pet. Or do I leave the cat’s protection league to sort the cat and future offspring out and wash my hands of the whole thing. Then I will have to face her children if and when they next appear and tell them I have given away their beloved pet.
I have written a strong piece about an old home which was well received. Just this month I had to write a piece about finding a body which opened up all kinds of avenues to explore. I hope I have given the reader just enough to feel mixed emotions and to leave them wondering who, how, where and when.
Time runs away so quickly month by month that I have little time to work on Memories but I do the odd bit. I am looking for someone to read through it for accuracy in the professional sense but also someone who can comment on basic editing which no matter how many times I look at it I only read the correct intonation or tense and not what I may actually have written. Only now do I really understand the importance of an editor.
Update on the cat saga.
I did ring the cat’s protection league and guess what? They are unable to take her from me at this point in time but I am now on the list. The better news was that they paid
for a visit to a vet. We have a young year old cat with about 4 weeks till she gives birth. She has now been de-flead and wormed courtesy of the cats protection league and I have a new best friend at the league. But we still have the cat and the boys are now calling her Princess and the cuddles she craves are being given freely and willingly except from me.
And that was just a Monday morning!
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