If you have ever read the Mog the cat books by Judith Kerr, you probably recognise the phrase “Bother that cat”.
When Libby was quite little, my sister bought Mog the Forgetful Cat for her because she loved cats and at the time we didn’t have one. I always had a yearning to have another cat after our beautiful Simba passed away, well wouldn’t you miss a cat as beautiful as this?
Simba and her equally beautiful sister Tigger were both from the Cats Protection League and when hubby finally allowed me to get another cat, I of course went back to the charity to find our next feline friend.
At the time I had two dogs, one toddler and a baby on the way, so I thought that finding a cat that would cope with all that might be a little bit tough.
Luckily, our local branch had a great website that listed all of their cats looking for homes along with their characteristics and what sort of home they would suit. One cat appeared on the list that was fine with dogs and children and was located really nearby.
Of course, I knew immediately that she was meant to be ours. I never would have thought to have a pedigree cat because I think the breeding is cruel, but it’s not her fault and she needed a home. So in walked Jamer, our very own “bother that cat”.
She is the most playful, friendly, tolerant and hilarious cat I have ever seen. And I don’t think a single day goes by when one of us doesn’t say, “Bother that cat”. Closely followed by Libby saying, “She’s okay.”
And there is a moral to that story, in fact there are three.
- You can’t judge a book by it’s cover.
- Sometimes, fact can emulate fiction in an eerily accurate way
- Rescue animals make the best pets. Adopt don’t shop.