It had been a great evening. Carols; good company; my first time in a private drinking establishment in Soho.
I knew as soon as I opened the front door and MasterB shot out onto the landing that the litter tray had been used. The smell wafted sullenly through the air.
It was a pee and a poo. Well, I knew about the poo already from the smell.
But which cat?
Sharp eyed readers will be sitting up at this point, aware that I have just the one cat; the beloved MasterB, the ginger to cap all gingers, and that I am trying to get a pee sample from him to take the vet – hey it’s Christmas, everyone should have some treats.
So yes, Cookie has spent the day chez IsobelandCat. I was at home, and it was remarkably pleasant. There was one flash of aggression when MasterB approached her and disturbed her sleep. I have to say that when she disturbed him later, he was much more forgiving.
Both cats slept a great deal.
Very much to my surprise, MasterB invited Cookie to play. Part of my No I Do Not Want This Cat stance has been down to the lack of playful interaction between them. But I realised the other day it is also about my relationship with MasterB and my fear that a second cat would put his nose out of joint. Or put my nose out of joint and relegate me to second class ‘human’ status; an also ran. So how to react when he makes overtures of friendship to Her Tabbiness?
Well, practically. Two cats cost twice as much as one. This is a small flat and finding space for two litter trays wouldn’t be fun. He is on a diet; she isn’t. Going away on holiday and sorting and paying for care of one cat is hard enough. Two would be a nightmare.
So no, I still don’t want to keep Cookie, but it is looking a lot less stressful if, as seems pretty certain, I am to be the one taking care of her over Christmas.
More than ever, I feel strongly that she needs a good home and that in 2015 we should make every effort to ensure that is what she has. But maybe, if one day I ever have a flat with my own garden and a catflap, MasterB might welcome a feline companion.
It’s a thought.