I recently had to part with my darlin' ol' poddy cat Enness
Almost as if that mysterious cat telegraph had passed the word that there was about to be a vacancy in my household, about a month before Enness passed on a poor little stray took shelter in my big shed, hiding from everything and everyone and clearly starving slowly to death.
A few short months later I am pleased to report that Rasputin has grown, put on weight, now has a lovely soft full coat of fur and has sailed through that necessary little operation that all domestic cats have to have. He came home from the vet yesterday and was locked in the house for the first time last night - not cause for panic but a little stressful for him. When he went out this morning he beat a quick retreat to his familiar shed, but he came straight away when called tonight for dinner and walked into the kitchen on his own for his meal. He is sleeping in the shed ATM, but I am sure that as the weather gets colder he will have no trouble adapting to life as a house cat. In fact I woke last night to find that he had crept up and was sleeping quite comfortable on the end of my bed . . . . . . much to the disgust of Boof! However Boof and Donut seem to be taking the newcomer in stride, and Rasputin, despite all the unfamiliar confinement/handling/treatment, has not once scratched or bitten.
No pictures yet, but he is a little sweety and he seems so glad to have a home.