No, we still have a cat called Toots, who has settled in most splendidly. She has learnt how to use the cat flap, has recovered the garden (mostly) from the other cats who marked up the territory as their own once Pocket was gone, and made clear her preferences (of cat litter, brand of cat food, times to be fed, places to sit and to sleep, etc..). All in all, the cat approves of the humans she chose at Battersea.
This post is about another cat, one called Bob. You might have seen him on the news, because his owner James has written a book about their friendship: A Street Cat Named Bob: How One Man and His Cat Found Hope on the Streets.
A few weeks ago, I stood in a very long queue in order to have the copy of his book signed and pawed (well, rubber stamped) by the pair. In the bookshop, Bob was either sitting on the table by the pile of books or taking a well deserved break in his own armchair, he just behaved as if all that attention was the most natural thing in the world.
He wears a lead and is known to ride on the bus, walk alongside James or travel on his shoulder. Watch them here online. The book is a good read about that bond between humans and cats in challenging circumstances... I wish the both
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