We've now had the new cats for three months and they're starting to relax at chez Brooks. Dolly is the braver of the two and she spends more time with us, while Dotty is more timid. But she's coming out of her shell a lot more now. Both occasionally sleep on the bed with us and divebomb us for food first thing in the morning.
I'd forgotten the joy of having pets. We took a two-year break when our beloved cat, Buffy, died. But those little moments of affection when they plonk themselves on your lap, or visit you and sit on the desk in your office are worth the price of looking after them. I'm a little bit besotted by them.
They do have a calculating side, though. There have been times when I've been cooking in the kitchen and one of them will distract me, while the other will sneak in and steal whatever is available. Nam breads, gingerbread men, slices of garlic bread and bits of French sticks have all been recovered from the garden room that is their kingdom.
We've essentially adopted the raptors from Jurassic Park in the famous scene where one distracts the hunter while the other ambushes him. We're in the throws of slowly letting them roam free at the moment. It would not surprise me if they dragged a Big Game Hunter through the catflap.
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