First three were dumped over our fences in different homes in the 70s.
One was abandoned by neighbours when he was about a year old.
One was from a cat colony near where my mum worked - lost/abandoned by his mother when he was barely four weeks old and rescued by my mum.
The other seven were all from shelters, including my current pair, Phoebe and Daisy.
Phoebe definitely picked us - she was in a general enclosure and swarmed onto my mum’s lap as soon as she went in and sat down. I’d been looking for an adult tabby or calico, but nope! She had other ideas.
Daisy was the only cat at the small country shelter who was suitable for living with other cats, so she too made the choice, in a sense.
One was abandoned by neighbours when he was about a year old.
One was from a cat colony near where my mum worked - lost/abandoned by his mother when he was barely four weeks old and rescued by my mum.
The other seven were all from shelters, including my current pair, Phoebe and Daisy.
Phoebe definitely picked us - she was in a general enclosure and swarmed onto my mum’s lap as soon as she went in and sat down. I’d been looking for an adult tabby or calico, but nope! She had other ideas.
Daisy was the only cat at the small country shelter who was suitable for living with other cats, so she too made the choice, in a sense.