On Saturday 7th – in fulfillment of a long-held ambition – I went out to the Lort Smith Animal Hospital cattery and adopted a beautiful 10-week old black and white medium-haired domestic kitten. I named her Nada Zero.
I couldn’t take her home straight away, though. She had to be spayed the following morning. She was then slated to star in my Easter Sunday post.
But overnight she came down with flu, and ended up having to spend a further week in the hospital.
I was finally able to bring her home on Monday night.
Then on Tuesday, she vanished. We concluded she must have run away – probably via the back door, which doesn’t always close properly in wet weather.
I made up a bunch of posters and stuck them up around the place, and doorknocked our nearest neighbours. No one had seen her.
Later that evening, whilst I was on the phone to Freakley in our living room, she reappeared shyly and miraculously from the kitchen next door.
She’d been hiding the whole time under a fitted kitchen cupboard, accessible via a gap between the oven and said cupboard. We blocked off the gap with a blanket.
She then proceeded to spend most of Wednesday hiding under the futon couch.
But today she seems to be feeling a bit more at home.
We’d made her a bed out of some blankets and a cardboard box, and she’s coming round to it.