Never trust a cat rescue centre ...
Last time, the Cat Protection League told me they had a gorgeous tabby that had mysteriously morphed into two gorgeous tabbies by the time we got there. This time, two kittens morphed into two kittens and their mum.
My last cat died earlier in the year at the impressive age of 19. He died peacefully on my lap. By the time I was ready to think about another cat, it wasn't kitten season and none of the rescue centres had any. They all took my details and said they'd call me.
As I'm away on business quite a lot, I thought it would be best to get two kittens, so they had some company for each other.
The Celia Hammond Animal Trust phoned a few weeks later to say they had two fortnight-old kittens. They couldn't leave their mum until they were 10 weeks old, but I could come and meet them now if I wanted, and reserve them.
I went to see them. The mum had either been abandoned or run off, so was stray when the two kittens were born on a building-site. They'd been there two weeks before they managed to round them up, so they were semi-feral.
The kittens were nervous, but irresistable. The centre then had a small suggestion to make: why didn't I take them today, foster the mum for 8 weeks then keep the kittens and bring the mum back. I just looked at them and asked whether anyone ever actually fell for that. "Oh yes," they said. Since it was clearly an absurd idea that I was going to care for a cat for eight weeks and then take it back, I told them to cut the pretence and hand over the adoption papers for all three.
They too spent the first three days under the sofa, but it's been a joy to see them gradually relax and settle in.