Today has been THE most exciting cat hunting day.
Me and the boyfriend set off on the look out for our kitty again this morning. We met a lovely lady with contented cats in every available corner of her home. She has seven pet cats of her own and takes care of several more until they find new homes.
She showed us in to a cat house which was (temporary) home to about ten cats. She briefly introduced us to each one and left us, ensuring us that all were friendly, to get to know them. She was showing another couple some of her older cats which gave us plenty of time for cuddles and tickles.
Every single cat in that cat house was beautiful and it was hard to know which little mewing face to give attention to next. One face of all those faces looking out at us seemed to look the longest and the hardest.
I took her out of her cage to see how she'd respond to being handled and to me!
I kept the advice I've been given in my mind "your kitty will find you".
I knew the boyfriend liked her. He was busy chatting to a gorgeous ginger tom but I knew at 8 months old she was exactly the age he would prefer. She was long haired which he loves and holding her for just a few moments I knew she was affectionate and happy to be held. She even gave me a purrrrr as I tickled her ears.
When I put her gently back in her cage she started to meow again and pawed the bars. I couldn't resist getting her back out and as a thank you she brushed her soft little nose against mine twice. That was it, I was won over and I felt like she had, indeed, picked me.
When I passed her over to the boyfriend she did the same to him, pawing, padding and purring all the time.