So - I call in at the vets on my way home from work to collect a new sack of cat food, and they ask me if I might be interested in a cat they're looking after for the Cats Protection League...he's ginger & white...
Could it be Harry? (I've always wanted a ginger & white called Harry)...
So - I agree to meet him just quickly and then maybe have possible divorce inducing discussions with Mr MCW...I walk into the hospital section and go up to the cage...
It's Harry!!! And what a lovebug. Recovering from an anaesthetic after a dental, but purring, head-bonking, tummy rubbing, the works. I think I'm in trouble...
So I register possible interest (the lady receptionist thinks someone else has too) and come home to phone Mr MCW (who, suprise suprise is out at a football match) to lay the groundwork for a proper talk later...
He tells me to ring the vet and regsiter DEFINITE interest to try and push things along! - we'll talk about the finer details later!!!
(I think he may have slept with Cheryl Cole today, he was in an amazingly good mood!!!)
So - we may be getting cat number 4!!! He's a stray, aged somewhere between 6-10 (I figure closer to the 10 mark myself), and if we home him direct from the vets we at least save an adoption fee, and the vets would vouch for us being very good cat people.
Squeeeeee!!!!!
