After a few deliberations back and forth about the fate of this little lady, last week we were told that the kitty would not be staying after all. A few days ago, I found her a good home with someone I know who already has a cat. I gathered her things together but couldn't find the cat basket anywhere. I asked one of my flatmates about it and bizarrely enough, the lady who left her on our doorstep originally, came back for her basket unbeknownst to me. So said flatmate came with me to hold the cat and make sure she didn't climb everywhere, and also so that he could give me directions (first time without a satnav, eeek!). She looked pretty scared when we got there, but she was quite still and eventually started purring, so I think she likes her new owner and will enjoy it all once she settles in.
It was a pretty weird feeling coming home and not going straight to stroke the cat. I've been spending a lot of time with her and really enjoyed her company. She used to nuzzle me as I worked on the computer, and climb on me, and lick my fingers, and touch her nose to mine, and sometimes she'd even put a paw on my face very gently. I'll miss her chattering when she thought no-one was listening - if you said her name she would turn round suddenly and start to wash as if to say, 'Me? talking to myself? never'. I'll miss finding her in really random places - she'd come trotting out asking if I was going to feed her, as though it was entirely natural for her to be inside one of the shelves in the wardrobe. I'll miss having unobtrusive company while I'm cooking, or a warm purring body on my lap while I'm reading. Most of all though, I'll miss the unconditional love of a kitty who was always happy to see me, always happy to be picked up and always happy to snuggle. Today, I'm a little bit heartbroken.