I have a new man in my life, he has white hair with speckles of ginger throughout, he is very loving and goes by the name of Rusty.
I desperately wanted a dog, I have been pestering Ross for ages for a dog, and it’s always been a no, when I realised a dog was not materialising I mentioned a cat instead. I was never particularly fond of cats, but they are independent and I wanted Rudi to have an animal to enjoy. I don’t know what was wrong with Ross that night, but he agreed that ‘maybe, just maybe’ we’d get a cat, i quickly had a look on the local RSPCA site and headed on down there the next day to have a nose.
Arriving at the centre, I was only really there to have a look and spend a few hours with Rudi stroking a few cats, next thing I am being asked if I am serious about adopting as they only show people around that are serious. Having gone down there and not wanting a wasted journey, I said I was deadly serious and I had had a look at the website, been thinking about it for a year and ready to make the commitment. They then asked me which cat I had liked and wanted to see, I only remembered one name of a cat as it was so ridiculous so I said ‘Petrocelli looks like a happy cat’ and then we were escorted through to see the said cat. Fair play, he was such a lovely docile cat, he had a broken leg which was healing and we spent 5 minutes stroking him and ooooing and ahhhing. We were taken back to reception where we were asked what we thought and I was signing along the dotted line.
Ross came home, I had to slip into conversation that I had got us a cat and I was picking him up next week. Luckily the cat has slotted right into our family, he’s not fazed by Rudi, he is currently snoring at my feet.