Pussy Shopping (Tee Hee)

Ms. Fragglehump has very kindly offered to come pussycat shopping with me. Hurrah!

This will not be the first time we have been let loose on the unsuspecting feline public, when we first moved to Brighton in '00 (my god, five YEARS ago!) we decided no home would be complete without a matching set of flea-bitten moggies so off we skipped to the local friendly neighbourhood cat kennels, our hearts full of hope.

WELL. Let me tell you. Anyone who ever had a heart (la la la) would not be able to go through this experience without some sort of mental scarring. The eyes of a hundred unloved and unwanted cats and dogs boar into you, silently pleading with you to take them home and make an honest pet of them. It's heart-wrenching. It's brutal. And it's the most stressful thing you can put yourself through.

But it's all worth it when you finally get the cat(s) of your dreams and you take them home, attach their new diamante flea collars and hold them in your arms like little hairy babies. *Sigh*

Then the bigger one of the two (Cow) decides she would prefer to hurl herself out of the kitchen window than spend any more time with you...

I can't blimmin' wait.