The Inbetween Time - Part 1

I was living in a pen, in the garden of my foster carer called Molly from the Cats Protection League. The Cats Protection League look after unwanted cats and find them new loving homes.

I can't really say I was unwanted though, although it did feel like that at the time, I mean when I had to leave my old home. What happened was I lived with a young family and we were all very happy until ... they got some dogs. To cut a long story short, the dogs did not like me and I did not like them either, so my owners decided I needed to live somewhere else, somewhere where I could be happy.

I was with my foster carers for a long time, they looked after me well but I knew they were trying hard to find me a permanent home, where I could be loved for the rest of my life.

So here I waited. I lived in a pen next door to Honey. Honey was a little Tortie cat, she was very pretty, but could be a little moody sometimes. I would push my nose up against the fence to talk to her, sometimes she would grace me with a "meow" but at other times she would look at me rather indignantly and retreat back into her den. Maybe she didn't like ginger cats, perhaps she was a little shy or maybe she just genuinely preferred her own company. She never told me much of her story so it was all a bit hard to understand.

Meanwhile I waited and waited and I waited and waited, until one day, while feeding us our tea, Molly spoke to Honey and I very intentionally. I couldn't quite catch what she was saying, (humans don't meow very well and when they try it all  comes out in gobbledygook), but I sensed in Molly's voice an air of expectation and an encouragement to be on our best behaviour as if we were going to have visitors