When you get to a certain age, you realise that a lot of the
things you acquire may be the last ever…. for example, 'this will probably be
the last set of saucepans I ever buy’ (bad example, they’re supposed to last a
lifetime anyway, aren’t they?) Um…. how about ‘this will be the last
new motorcycle I ever buy’, or ‘this will be the last new bed that I ever buy.’?
Anyway…. it’s why I splurged on a DeLonghi kettle a couple
of months ago. It was horrendously expensive, even though I bought it on
special, but I figured it was my last and only chance to own a superb bit of water-boiling
kit. OMG that is soooo ‘first-world’ and I blush with first-world
embarrassment.
Anyway, for a while I wondered whether it was weird to be so
in love with an electrical appliance – but I so admired its drip-free spout, its
gorgeous red enamel finish, its beautiful curves – it’s an aesthetic and
functional masterpiece.
But that love was nothing compared to this one…
I know I said I would never have another cat. When I said
goodbye to my dear old demented Miffy, 18 months ago, I believed it. I meant it
right up until Saturday, when I locked eyeballs with an adorable little grey
and white kitten.
Basil was only 6 weeks and 2 days old. I suspect he was a little young to have been
in a pet shop, or anywhere away from his mummy. However, he could crunch dry
food, lap water from a bowl and use a litter-tray, and I suppose that’s all
that pet shops insist upon. So I rescued him. (Steve & Sara rescued one of his brothers at the same time.)
Basil and I have hit the jackpot. He has a mummy-surrogate who
adores him, and I have a cat. Probably the last cat I will ever have (although
I’m learning never to say ‘never’).
Until now I’ve never had a cat that willingly travelled in a
car. Basil, however, loves it. He relaxes, looks out the window and goes to
sleep, supremely comfortable. The day after I acquired him, he and I drove to
Mallacoota, which was a huge road-trip for a tiny little cat. I’m going to keep
taking him for daily drives, and will introduce him to Piglet soon. A
Harley-kitty is my dearest dream.
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| Chillin' in the back of the car |
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| After a wee stop at Cooma, chillin' in the (open) kitteh cage |
He has the tiniest squeak, and he (so far) only uses it as a
distress call. He’s alert, playful, inquisitive and supremely snuggly. He drops
off to sleep in the middle of things. He springs and bounces, all feet off the
ground, as kittens do, and he seems game for anything. I’m hopelessly,
hopelessly in love.
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| Chillin' in the armchair in Mallacoota |
Kitteh therapeh is the best!
6 comments:
Good for you Sue. It may hurt beyond belief when we lose one of our feline friends but with the affection and company they give over the years, it's a price willingly paid.
BTW, our white cat, Henry, adored travelling in cars and grinning out at the vehicles following us!
Grey cats go with anything Shines. Grey and red is a good combo so Basil will fit in nicely with the De Longhi.
Good for you I hope soon you will find a Manuel and then Mallacoota will never be the same.
Peter G
Oh he is so stinking cute. I can't wait to see more pictures of little Basil.
Wait until he grows up to be a big Basil like my kitty. He is named Basil too.
Oh and that is a pretty nice kettle too.
It's amazing how his (very cheeky) personality is coming out as he gets more comfortable and confident. I'm sure he's grown already, too. I've been taking him for a little drive in the car each day, to make sure he stays comfortable with car-travel. Am trying to discourage him from nibbling at electrical cords, which seem to be his preferred 'toy' at the moment.
Basil is beautiful. I will have another cat one day ....
Hi Sue - yes, the value of kitteh therapy cannot be underestimated. I can;t imagine being without Basil now - he is growing into a very handsome cat, and his funny little quirks crack me up.
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